re: #148 albusteve

I counter raid on road trips…donuts, cigarettes, lighters, skull and bones do rags…they never know what hit ‘em

Dude, did I tell you how I got three-card-monte’d by a sixty-eight-year-old female gas station attendant on my road trip?

So, I pull into this filling station in Bumwad, Montana. Chug-a-lug goes the money into the tank. Meanwhile, I take Haku for a walk and then stroll into the convenience shop for coffee and butts. Comes to $7.43. I pull out my roll, peel off a twenty (roll was nothing but twenties), and pass it over.

I look down to put my stuff in my pockets, and she hands me $2.57.

I say, “Excuse me, but I gave you a twenty.”

She says, “You gave me a ten.”

I say, “Ma’am, that roll was nothing but twenties.”

She points to a ten-dollar note on top the register. “See? I never put the bill in until I’ve made change. You gave me a ten.”

What she did was, she waited till my attention was elsewhere, pocketed the Jackson, and put a tenner in its place.

What could I do? Argue with grandma? Call the police?

I made a deep Catonian bow in honor of her jazzy jive, and walked out, thinking, “If you can do that, you deserve it.”