CMonster
12-28-1999, 02:31 PM
True story:
It was spring of 1978, and I was sitting in the Los Angeles Greyhound bus station, waiting to catch a bus to Laredo Texas to visit friends.
I noticed a poor alcoholic bum leaning up against the wall and mulbling to himself. His clothes were tattered and he was filthy from head to toe - his wiskers were also 3-4 days old. I decided to give this poor man, obivously down on his luck, a couple of bucks I had left over from buying the ticket. As I apporached him I noticed that his sneakers were actually new but very dirty - I thought this was a little odd. Anyway I held out the $2 and he refused. I said, "Come on man, don't be proud - take it." he continued to refuse and told me to just get out of there. Then I stuffed the $2 into his shirt pocket and returned to my seat, confident that I had done a good deed.
A few moments later two security officers and an undercover police officer came to my seat and promptly guided me into a private room. They interrogated me for almost an hour, insisting to know who I was working for and who told me to put the $2 into the pocket of their undercover officer -
Because of the bus ticket in my possession I managed to convince them that I was on the level - but not before I learned that it is possible to sweat bullets!
Things are not always what they appear -
"...be as wise as serpents but as harmless as doves"
Honest to goodness,
George
It was spring of 1978, and I was sitting in the Los Angeles Greyhound bus station, waiting to catch a bus to Laredo Texas to visit friends.
I noticed a poor alcoholic bum leaning up against the wall and mulbling to himself. His clothes were tattered and he was filthy from head to toe - his wiskers were also 3-4 days old. I decided to give this poor man, obivously down on his luck, a couple of bucks I had left over from buying the ticket. As I apporached him I noticed that his sneakers were actually new but very dirty - I thought this was a little odd. Anyway I held out the $2 and he refused. I said, "Come on man, don't be proud - take it." he continued to refuse and told me to just get out of there. Then I stuffed the $2 into his shirt pocket and returned to my seat, confident that I had done a good deed.
A few moments later two security officers and an undercover police officer came to my seat and promptly guided me into a private room. They interrogated me for almost an hour, insisting to know who I was working for and who told me to put the $2 into the pocket of their undercover officer -
Because of the bus ticket in my possession I managed to convince them that I was on the level - but not before I learned that it is possible to sweat bullets!
Things are not always what they appear -
"...be as wise as serpents but as harmless as doves"
Honest to goodness,
George