kults are krazy

a couple of days ago a very strange kid came in. he claimed he was a missionary from an unnamed Church asking for donations to spread world peace and family unity. he had briefcase of pooka shell necklaces and other 90's jewelry for some odd reason. all great sounding in theory but the way he stared at us (me and Jeff *owner*) and the way he acted, he had to have been a crack baby. so anyway, i was unimpressed with his speech but apparently Jeff was, he gave him a couple of bucks and he got the whole "god bless you" deal and he skipped (yes he skipped) away.

enter present time...


normal day for Andi and Brady. slow morning followed by fast evening. during one of the slower moments of the day a Asian kid walks in with a very familiar briefcase. he eyes are crooked and he introduces himself in broken English (sounded Japanese.). he was apparently with the same missionary group as the kid who came a few days earlier.

the whole time he spoke in very broken English and he tried very hard to get me to donate (no Jeff this time so i wasn't falling for it). i told him i was broke and he skipped (yes more skipping) out of the store to the next one. I told Brady the tale form a few days ago and we had a good laugh.

a few minutes later i decided i was hungry so i went to the local Mexican place next door. as i walk in i see non other than missionary kid right in front of me. he doesn't notice me and i like it that way because i just told him i was broke. as we go thru the line he starts talking to the servers to give them his order. only this time he spoke PERFECT ENGLISH! I was horrified he'd make that accent up but happy i didn't fall for it. but it gets better...when he got to the cashier, he reached into his donation cup and paid for it from his donations.

as he got his food i leaned over to the manager of the place and asked him if he had donated to this fraud. he kindly informed me that these kids come by all the time and that they belong to a con group trying to target the good charitable people of the area. as i left i waved to the kid and he smiled and waved back. i muttered "effing con" under my breath and i went back to the store.

kinda sad nowadays with these cons that you have to be weary of anyone asking for donations, not just smelly crack sniffing hobos anymore.


-Andi