Just tell me what you ******* want from me...Follow

...so I can say no, and you can leave me the **** alone.

I just went outside to have a smoke and some random conartist swaggers up and starts going into his "Car towed, impound lot won't let me access it, license and 200$ in the glovebox, blah blah blah" rigamarole.

I've started to take the stance where when someone who is obviously running a con starts in on their speech (he had fake tears, it was a well done production) I just interrupt them and say plainly "What do you want from me?" If they start in on the schpiel again, I turn around and start walking away.

This douche, tries the ole' "So much for Minnesota Nice." BS, and I turn around and let him know that A. I know for a fact that the impound lots will let you into your car, B. Minnesota Nice only applies to decent folk, not cons, and C. No matter what your con is, I won't fall for it, I've been around long enough to smell a con a mile away, and I'm not some stupid local yokel that would give out cash to a total stranger. Hell I don't like making loans to friends, because it often leads to bad blood, so you're definitely **** out of luck.

Seriously, get the **** off my planet already.

So you are feeling serene and happy with your masterful handling of an annoying imposition, right?

I'm feeling pissy and annoyed that people still think I'll fall for the "Towed car" con.

I'm at work.

Edited, Nov 3rd 2007 7:46am by NixNot

Oh. Overly dramatic coughing fit seems to get the crazies away pretty quickly.

I just don't get it. I can't wrap my brain around the kind of parasitic slimeball you have to be to make a living on these ****** con games. Maybe it's just my hippy-*** libra nature that just doesn't understand how someone can justify it and sleep well at night. Then I start to wonder why con artists in particular get me so riled up just for daring to attempt to run their game on me.

Days like this really eat away at my soul.

It can't be as bad as the really old creepy Jehova guy who comes to my door all the time trying to shove Jehova in my face through various noble acts such as "saving the children" and "keeping the children safe in this cruel world" and "keeping children safe through neighborhood safety" and the works. It gets old and he doesn't understand that no one wants his fucking Jehova.

Your old 10k title back.


That would be a start.

You should love him. Putting himself out there like that just makes it easier for someone to kill him to prevent him from polluting the Earth with ******** even further.

Nix,

I might be off-base here a little, but I think the guy might have wanted some money.

Your friend,
Zack.

I want money or your ***. Or even both.

Edited, Nov 3rd 2007 12:23pm by Ikkian

What's my karma score?

Serves me right, I s'pose.

Does it work vicariously? Like, if I ask what Stubs's score is, does it become 2.00?

Edit: Because he totally wanted me to ask.

Edited, Nov 3rd 2007 9:52am by Barkingturtle

Ya know Nix, that reminds me of a similar issue that happened in San Diego back in the day. I'm out in Southeast San Diego near a small strip mall and this girl starts wandering up towards my car. "Here we go, another friggin beggar" I think to myself and I just stand there and watch her meander indirectly towards me.

She gets to me and asks for a cigarette. As I pull one out, I am gearing myself up for the shpiel. Sure enough, she goes right into material, about how she is homeless because her medical bills got too out of control, she lost her job, yadda yadda then she gives me the big whammy....she has LUPUS! Yessssss, she has lupus folks, this form of cancer that apparently NO medical office anywhere in San Diego will help her with since she lost her job and now she needs MY $2 to help her survive for yet another day! Well, lupus was one I hadn't had someone pull on me so I gave her a dollar and assumed I would never see her again.

So a week later I'm in a completely different part of town getting ready to head into a Safeway and who do I see in the parking lot, the same girl. I think "hmmm, she walks pretty good for someone with Lupus..." and again, since I am one of the only ppl in the parking lot at the time, she starts walking right for my car. I start walking towards the store and she catches me halfway and starts into her story. This time, however, she has yet another medical issue and she has kids now. Amazing how she can have kids within a weeks and live on the street and have a whole new slew of problems. So I let her go through her story and she asks me for....$20 this time. I asked her "did I see you last week begging for money cause you had Lupus? What happened with that? Did you get some medical help and get it cured? That's pretty amazing."

She figures out I am on to her and starts backpedalling her story, telling me that she never had Lupus, she never saw me a week ago and was never in the other part of town where I saw her. My only comment to her at this point was "I would suggest you take your nasty *** someplace else before I call a cop. People like you make me regret helping folks who have had adversity in their life. You just ruined it for everyone else around here who I might have helped. You should go straight to hell." She walks off real quick then, when I am just within earshot, starts telling profanities at me for not helping her.

Some people...