Well while we're sharing rip-off stories, in my younger days, when all the raunchy strip joints were in Montreal, I got talking to this one ballet dancer who after my telling her I was driving back to TO that night said she was going to Brockville to work at a club there and could she get a ride with me. WTF - sure.
Then as we are leaving, she says OH I need to buy some weed so can I take her to a subway station where she knows a dealer and "da-da" can I front her $100.
I foolishly say yes, and she says is it OK if I leave my clothes bag in the car (ah-ha I now have collateral). Ten minutes later, she comes back with the weed, and says now we have to go to her apartment so she can get her clothes for Brockville. She exits with the weed and her clothes bag.
I park and stay in the car as she whips out and goes to an apartment entrance. And I wait, and I wait, and I wait, and I wait..........................
Then as we are leaving, she says OH I need to buy some weed so can I take her to a subway station where she knows a dealer and "da-da" can I front her $100.
I foolishly say yes, and she says is it OK if I leave my clothes bag in the car (ah-ha I now have collateral). Ten minutes later, she comes back with the weed, and says now we have to go to her apartment so she can get her clothes for Brockville. She exits with the weed and her clothes bag.
I park and stay in the car as she whips out and goes to an apartment entrance. And I wait, and I wait, and I wait, and I wait..........................