A Sucker is Born Everyday
I was opening the trunk of my car in the parking lot at Fry’s Electronics when a middle-aged man in a late model Lexus parked beside me. He opened his window and motioned me to come over. I thought he was lost and he would be asking for directions. He was well-dressed. when he spoke, I recognized the Italian accent.
He said he would be leaving for Italy that night. From the car’s compartment, he took his passport and plane ticket and showed them to me. He said he had a problem. He ran out of cash and needed money to pay for the rental car.
Looking at my raggedy coat, he must have taken pity of me.
“I could sell you a nice Armani leather jacket,” he said.
“I don’t have that kind of money,” I said.
“How much money do you have?” he asked. “This jacket retails for $500-$700, but I can give it to you for a good price.”
“I’m not really interested”
“Come on, tell me, how much money you got?. My plane’s leaving tonight.”
Again, he flashed his passport and plane ticket to me. His pleading eyes were hard to resist.
“How about $100?”
He took the money, gave me the jacket, and off he went in a hurry.
As I watched him leave, I wondered what did I do to deserve this fortune. There were no less than a hundred people in the parking lot, and yet, he chose me.
Did he really see the word “sucker” written on my forehead?
And it didn’t come without a price. There’d be no money for toilet paper until pay day. Until then, i’d have to find creative ways to take care of business. Any ideas?