(I’m an 18-year-old pizza delivery girl. I am stopping for gas one night when a nice-looking, well-dressed man pulls up and asks me directions to the nearest Wal-mart. I figure he asks because one would assume that a delivery driver would be handy with directions. I give him directions and go inside to pay. When I come back to the pump to pay this happens.)
Guy: “So, how much do you make, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Me: “Well, we make minimum wage plus tips, so it can vary.”
Guy: “But I mean, like, how much do you make a week?”
(Thinking he is interested in a job?)
Me: “Uh, like, $300-500 a week?”
Guy: “Okay! So, what if you could make like a weeks pay in just a few minutes?”
Me: *concerned* “Uh, doing what?”
Guy: “Well, you are real cute, first of all, and I’ve been really lonely lately, and—”
Me: “OH! OH, MY GOODNESS! UM, I REALLY CAN’T—”
Guy: “Wait! Just hear me out! Now I have $500 in my wallet and I promise you can have it!”
Me: “Well, I’m flattered but I really have to get back to work.”
Guy: “But it will only take a few minutes.”
Me: *annoyed* “I’m sure that’s true, but I highly doubt that you even have the kind of money you are offering me, and the chances that you intend on robbing me and leaving me beaten or dead in a ditch are pretty good from where I’m standing.”
Guy: “Nuh-uh! Look!” *pulls out wallet and counts out $487 and thrusts it towards me*
Me: “DUDE! I’M WORKING! I HAVE A JOB AND I HAVE TO GO!”
(I have only been waiting for the pump to finish counting down, and it finally is.)
Guy: “But what if, real quick, you just spit in your hand—”
(I closed my car door and drove away – The end!)