Ethel: Yes, hello? I'd like to purchase your high definition projection TV. Mine just went out and my husband is sick. He really likes to watch Murder She Wrote in high definition.
Mike: OK. When would you like to pick it up?
Ethel: I was hoping I could get you to deliver it. I'm in my 80's and I'm not able to pick it up.
Mike: OK, I was brought up to respect my elders and I'm a nice guy. I'll be right over.
(Mike gets in his car and drives 20 minutes to Ethel's house - brrrmrmrmrmmrmmr)
Mike: Where would you like me to set this TV up Ethel?
Ethel: Oh, just set it up in the corner. Could you help me with all the cables and such? I don't know how to do all that stuff.
Mike: Well, I have to get going, but I suppose I can set it up for you.
Mike: I'm just going to go out to my truck and get the manual and I'll be right back.
Ethel: OK
(Mike steps off Ethel's porch and the following happens)
- Door slams
- lock turns
- lights go out
- crickets sound
(Fast forward through ten minutes more of knocking and phone calls...)
Mike: Son of a bitch, bastard! I just got ripped off by an old lady!
(Mike drives away - brrrmmrmmmmmmm)
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Anyone have a story to top this? It's 100% true, by the way.
1 comment:
Mike, are there no police in this town ? I'd have called them in an instant. Your prints are all over the products inside the house, you do this for a living, and apparently so does the old thief.
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