27 September 2001
Today, as I was walking out of the office, this well-dressed guy approached me with some sob story: flat tire, kid waiting in the car a mile down the riverway, forgot his wallet, needs forty bucks for a plug kit. He was smooth and well-practiced, and I, disarmed and distracted, mind still reeling from work, hastily handed over a twenty and kept moving.
A few seconds later, when I realized what had happened, I decided to tail the fucker to see who he hit up next. He slimed some change from a guy on a bicycle, and then proceeded to actually go up to someone getting into his car, and, as his door was closing, plead his case.
Kid waiting in the car? Uh huh.