I had to chuckle when I read this – a very funny way to salvage some enjoyment out of an encounter with a Moroccan tout.
This encounter might sound familiar, but the ending is not. 
We bought train tickets to Fez, some 200km away and justly famous for it’s 14th-century biblical atmosphere.
We bought first-class tickets, making us prime targets. A young man bounced into our coach, sat down, smiling. “Mind if I sit here? Where you going?”
“Fez.”
“Oh, that’s such a long way. You arrive at,” he studied his watch, “after 10 o’clock. In the dark.” This had also concerned us. The trap was baited.