I recognized the song & dance from the young man at my door step this morning, because it was identical to the one that duped me years ago. I was scammed into signing up for a magazine subscription, which never materialized. I even paid up in full. I was young, dumb, and full of....(rum?)
Here, before me, stood a young man with manners that would make his mama proud, wearing oil/grease stained khakis, a khaki colored button down shirt, and a necktie that had a Christian scripture embroidered on it...I'm a heathen so I couldn't tell you from what testament or book it was from.
Our conversation went something like this:
Marcel (the Christian con-artist): Good Morning Sir...hope you're doing well, on this fine morning.
Fabulous Me (squeeeeezed into a size 32 pair of slacks [I know, I couldn't believe it either] whose button was leaving a permanent mark on my belly, yet at the same time, lifting & shaping my under-developed butt cheeks into a somewhat perky booty): I'm running late for work...what can I do for you?
Marcel: Blah, blah, blah, lies, lies, lies....I took a 2-hour bus ride just to get here...I'm trying to straighten out my life and become a better man...I only need to sell 20 more subscriptions and I can pay for my college tuition.
Moi: A 2-hour bus ride? Where were you coming from?
Marcel: oh, uh..L.A....Downtown L.A., Sir.
Me: L.A. is only 20 miles away....that must have been one long bus ride...What college are you attending?
Marcel: Yes Sir, it was a long ride. Well, I'm not in college right now, but like I said, only 20 more subscriptions and I'll be set.
I could have continued to interrogate this young man, just to see how tangled up he'd get, telling his lies, but my patience were wearing thin and I had a job to get to. He continued to press the hard sell, but I cut him short and told him that I wasn't interested and wished him luck. His face dropped and he then asked for a donation. Yeah, like I didn't see that one coming.
He left my doorstep, none the richer.