Hi. Here's *my* con man story. My mother and I had just purchased some burritos and were sitting in her car eating them. It was quite late at night, the area seedy. A short mustachioed fellow, poorly dressed, approached us and said that he'd had a flat tire a few streets over, and that his wife and baby were in the car. He admitted that he was drunk, and apologized for the fact. He asked us to take him to the store and give him $5 for some Fix-a-Flat. We agreed, although I said, "How do we know you're not a serial killer?" He was offended, and said that we could strip search him, and then assumed a flamingo-like pose on one foot that was supposed to be cute, and said, "Not that I'd mind...." On the way to the store, he said that, on second thought, the flat was too bad to be repaired with Fix-a-Flat, and we should instead take him to his friend's apartment, who would give him a tire. My mom offered to pick up his wife and baby so they wouldn't have to wait alone, and he was very much opposed to the idea. We started to realize that the wife and baby were fictious. So we took him to friend's apartment, and he went inside, then came out and said he needed more money. We didn't want to give it to him, but we felt bullied, so we counted out the last of our change. He told us not to leave, and then went back inside. I looked sidelong at my mom and said, "You know, we could just drive off....." Her foot hesitated over the gas pedal. "Let's do it!", I urged. We did. Afterwards, we made a pact never to tell the rest of the family about it....and we never did. On other subjects....Big Stu, don't be so hard on yourself--*I* have the market cornered on self-deprecation. I never thought of seeking out boys with glasses so they couldn't see me nekkid--I used the classic light switch ruse. As the old Roman proverb goes, "all cats are grey in the dark." B+S content-- I couldn't listen to them today because the batteries in my Walkman died. I was peeved, oh yesss, you can be sure of that. Weird fact: young lab rats laugh in ultrasound when tickled and when engaging in horseplay in what appears to be evidence of mirth in the animal kingdom. love, Jenny Janitoria __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email at your own domain with Yahoo! Mail. http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+