About 35 years ago I was at the front office, dictating a letter as the assistant typed, and there was the vilest, horrible, natural born killer looking low brow imaginable who walked in the door wearing a trench coat, and stood there glaring at us.
I asked May we help you, and he was silent.
Slowly he opened his trench coat and reached inside, and I was prepared to give that man all the money or anything else he wanted.
He handed us a card, that read—-
I am a deaf mute
Any contributions to the Society for xxxx
something or another, we were so relived we both reached for a twenty to hand the poor fellow to send him on his way I forgot.
Then, I realized, it was too pat, too perfect, and stepped outside.
Down the street was a new big, black Cadillac and other men in trench coats were headed towards it.
My secretary then was related to the sheriff and she called and the Sheriff, who actually managed to nab them, and it turned out, they were indeed all deaf mutes, except the driver.
After a bit of reflection, I told the sheriff I didn’t want my twenty back, and they went on down the road.
The man with a cardboard sign out by the freeway might really be, a veteran, just like the sign says.
I asked May we help you, and he was silent.
Slowly he opened his trench coat and reached inside, and I was prepared to give that man all the money or anything else he wanted.
He handed us a card, that read—-
I am a deaf mute
Any contributions to the Society for xxxx
something or another, we were so relived we both reached for a twenty to hand the poor fellow to send him on his way I forgot.
Then, I realized, it was too pat, too perfect, and stepped outside.
Down the street was a new big, black Cadillac and other men in trench coats were headed towards it.
My secretary then was related to the sheriff and she called and the Sheriff, who actually managed to nab them, and it turned out, they were indeed all deaf mutes, except the driver.
After a bit of reflection, I told the sheriff I didn’t want my twenty back, and they went on down the road.
The man with a cardboard sign out by the freeway might really be, a veteran, just like the sign says.
