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Hailing Frequencies Open But Nobody’s Home, Part 2

, , , , , , | Right | November 22, 2021

It is the summer of 1990, between the third and fourth seasons of “Star Trek: The Next Generation”. I’m walking through the parking lot of a local shopping center when a man comes bolting out of one of the stores, followed by a security guard. Another security guard, who was patrolling the parking lot, joins in the chase.

The man they are chasing is running frantically across the lot, trying to get away. Every few seconds, he slaps his upper left chest with his right hand and yells out:

Customer: “Scotty! Beam me up! Scotty! Beam me up!”

Each one becomes a more and more urgent call as the guards close in on him.

Customer: “Scotty, beam me up. SCOTTY, BEAM ME UP! Scotty, HURRY, beam me up. Beam up now! D*** it, Scotty, where are you? Beam me up NOW!”

He runs past me, around a row of cars, with the guards closing in on him. As he gets to the other side of the row, he stands still, positions himself as though he’s preparing for “beam out”, and one last time, desperately slaps his “Communicator” and calls out:

Customer: “Scotty! Lock in on me and beam me up NOW! HURRY!”

The two guards catch up with him, grab him, and lead him back to the store. As they pass me, I can’t resist.

Me: “Hey, buddy! You know why Scotty didn’t beam you up?”

He looks at me, apparently anxious to hear the explanation.

Me: “You were using the wrong communicator type. You were using The Next Generation chest-badge type; Scotty uses the flip-open communicator!”

The man exasperatedly throws his head back.

Customer: “Oh, man!”

The two security guards and I cracked up laughing as they led him off back to the store!

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They Have No Beer Of Being Caught

, , , , , | Right | November 18, 2021

One evening, a group of teenage boys and girls comes to a movie. There are about five girls and six boys, all around fifteen to eighteen years old. Every ten minutes or so, two, three, or four boys come out, head to the men’s room, followed a few minutes later by a few of the girls, who of course head to the ladies’ room. When they each emerge, they come out giggling and being sort of secretive about something and acting somewhat suspiciously. During the first hour or so of the movie, they rotate between boys heading to the men’s room and girls to the ladies’ room, making two or three trips each. 

The usher, now really suspicious, approaches me while I’m at the concession stand.

Usher: *To me* “Something’s going on with that group of teens. I’m going into the men’s room to check it out. Can you stand by the door and make sure no one comes in for just a minute or two while I take a quick look?”

Me: “Oh, sure. No problem.”

He goes into the men’s room and checks around. Being an older theatre, the toilets are all the old style that have the water tanks on the back of the toilet bowl. He takes the lid off one and finds two partially empty six-packs of beer in the toilet. He checks the other three, and they all have six-packs hidden in the bowl, two with one or two beers gone; the other two are still full six-packs.

He comes out and shows me what he found. I take the beer to the office and leave it in a refrigerator we have in there. He grabs a woman from the office to check the ladies’ room and has her check to ensure there’s nobody in there.

Given the all-clear, he checks the toilets in there and finds essentially the same thing. Again, he removes the beer and puts it in the office refrigerator. We then wait to see what happens.

A few minutes later, three of the girls come out, head to the ladies’ room. A minute or so later, they come running out, whispering to each other with a confused look on their faces, and quickly head back to their seats. They come back with two of the boys who head to the men’s room. We overhear them saying things in a whisper, like:

Boys: “What do you mean? Are you sure? It’s missing? How could it be gone? How can that be?”

They have the girls go in and check the ladies’ room again. Moments later, the boys come running, just as the other girls show up from the theatre, apparently wondering what’s up. The boys run back into the theatre, and then the other boys now also head to the men’s room, while the girls who just came out from the theater head into the ladies’ room.

Both groups come out from their respective restrooms and they all head back to their seats. My friend, the older usher, goes in and watches them from the back of the darkened theater. They are all whispering trying to figure out what the heck happened to their beer!

Just then, it seems that the oldest boy and the oldest girl apparently think something’s up, like perhaps the rest are putting them on or whatever, so they get up, and each goes into their respective restroom. They emerge moments later, with very confused looks on their faces, realizing that all their beer has somehow disappeared! They stand outside in the hallway where the restrooms are located, whispering to each other about what could possibly have happened. After a minute or two, they go back to their seats and finish watching the movie, which ends just over an hour later.

When the movie ends, the whole group is walking past us in the lobby, and we hear them talking among themselves:

Teens: “I don’t get it.” “Where could it go?” “Do you suppose that jerk from school took it?” “I don’t think so; I didn’t see him here tonight.” “You didn’t believe me when I told you it was gone, did you?” “Well, it was so weird. I don’t get it…”

And so on.

They continue this chatter for a few seconds. Just as they are passing the older usher, he gives them an enthusiastic wave and shouts out to them:

Usher: “Thanks for all the beer, kids!”

The look on the teenagers’ faces was priceless as they all turned to look at him, realized that we’d found their “secret” stash of beer, and skedaddled out the door!

We didn’t bother calling the police, since we’d confiscated their beer and didn’t feel like dealing with it, which would have entailed staying until well after midnight, for sure. We just got a big kick out of it and laughed about it for months afterward! The five of us staff members all had a couple of beers each after our shifts ended that night and left the rest for another night. We never had that issue again, but from then on, we would check for hidden beer whenever we had a group of teens attending a movie.

It’s Nun Of Your Business

, , , , , | Related | November 14, 2021

I’m in the car with my mom when we find ourselves behind a car moving VERY slowly. We figure it’s just “Sunday drivers” or possibly “leafers” — tourists from hotter states who’ve come to see the leaves turn color on our trees — but after a few minutes, Mom gets annoyed with them.

Mom: “What are we behind, a couple of nuns?!

As if on cue, the car makes a turn. Into a church. And we can see far enough into the car to see that, yes, we ARE behind a couple of nuns.

Mom: *Gasps* “I’m sorry, Jesus!”

A Forty-Thousand-Dollar Whoopsie

, , , , , | Legal | November 13, 2021

I am a real estate attorney and I handle closings on home sales, estate sales — basically anything related to home sales. I have an acquaintance who also does the same thing, so we occasionally meet up at closings, etc. He related this story to me about ten years ago.

He is handling the estate of a man who passed away and left his house to his twenty-five-year-old son. After paying off the remaining mortgage, property, and estate taxes, the son is left with proceeds of about $40,000. My friend draws up a check and gives it to the son. The son is very polite during the whole process and thanks him for his assistance, which has taken several weeks to process. He leaves the office with the check. About a minute later, he comes back in.

Son: “Hey! I was just wondering, instead of this check, would you be able to do an electronic deposit of the proceeds to my checking account?”

Attorney: “Oh, sure, that’s no problem. Just fill out this form—” *pulls a form out of his drawer and hands it to the man* “—and fill out the banking information and all your details. After I enter it into my system, I can process the payment.”

Son: “Oh, great. How long will this take?”

Attorney: “Not long at all! Once you complete the form, I just type in the information into the system and submit the funds transfer. Then it takes twenty-four to forty-eight hours for the deposit to hit your account. Since today is Wednesday, most likely you’ll have the money by tomorrow, but no later than Friday.”

Son: “Perfect, let’s do that!”

They complete the process, which takes about fifteen or twenty minutes. After they’re done, the son thanks the attorney and goes on his way.

Jump ahead a little over a week, and my attorney friend starts getting a bunch of calls from people he’s written checks with during the past week to ten days.

Caller: “Hey, [Attorney], that check you wrote me bounced!”

Attorney: “What?! Are you serious?”

Caller: “Yes, for certain.”

Attorney: “I can’t understand. There’s plenty of money in my account. It must be a problem at the bank. I’ll call them and let you know what’s going on.”

He got almost a dozen calls just like this.

After calling his bank, he found out what had happened. That man who left with the check for only about a minute used the mobile banking app on his phone and made the deposit that way. Then, he came back in, got the electronic transfer money, and ended up with $80,000 instead of $40,000. He then immediately closed his account as soon as he had the money, got a bank check for the balance, and left for somewhere in Europe the next day. This all but wiped out my friend’s checking account. He had almost a dozen check payments that he had to reissue, which took him several weeks to do.

My attorney friend tried for weeks to get the money back, but they were unable to trace where the guy — or his money — had gone, other than that he’d fled the country to Europe, and how they found that out, he didn’t know. He filed a claim with his bank that the check had been fraudulently deposited, but as of the last time I spoke to him a few years ago, he still hadn’t got his money back; it was still being worked on.

He did change his procedures, though. He tells all clients now what their options are for receiving their money, but once they choose one and leave the building, their choice can’t be changed.

Lesson learned, and by me, too! I’ve never encountered this issue, but I follow the same process and am insanely careful about financial procedures in my office.

Surprise! I Pick Door Number Three!

, , , , , , , , | Working | November 11, 2021

A few years ago, I had a rental car reservation in Los Angeles. After I filled out the paperwork, the agent asked:

Agent #1: “Do you want the full insurance or just the basic?”

Communication is more than simply words; body language, tone of voice, and context actually give more information than the literal meaning. It was obvious he was presenting me a binary choice. I wasn’t having it.

Me: “I’ll take the ‘No Insurance’.”

I got the car without further upselling.

As it happened, I was in Boston a few weeks later, this time renting a car from a different company. When I got to the counter, the agent asked the same question, word-for-word, with the same implication that I HAD to take one or the other. Funny how the con magically migrated across the continent AND between companies.

This time, I was prepared.

Me: “Would you like me to complain to corporate or just your manager?”

The agent got a deer in the headlights look and stammered:

Agent #2: “I was just telling you that you have those options.”

Me: “I’m sure. Let me speak to your manager.”

The manager came out but brushed me off when I asked if this was a sales technique he condoned. I wrote to the corporate office but never got a reply. I can’t wait until I have to rent a car again.