Facebook Chat Scam

So here's the text from my Facebook Chat Scam experience. Hopefully none of you fall for it.

Marion Lewis: hey
Sam Insalaco: hey!
Marion Lewis: how are you?
Marion Lewis is no longer idle
Sam Insalaco: i'm doing well... how about you?
Marion Lewis: not too good
Sam Insalaco: uh oh
Sam Insalaco: no?
Marion Lewis: I'm stranded in London
Sam Insalaco: what?!
Marion Lewis: got mugged at gun point last night
Marion Lewis: all cash,credit cards and phone were stolen
Sam Insalaco: holy shit!
Sam Insalaco: managed to find internet access?
Sam Insalaco: well at least you're ok!
Marion Lewis: am in a local cafe library using the internet
Marion Lewis: it was a brutal experience but thank God i still have my life and passport with me
Sam Insalaco: yes
Sam Insalaco: so do you need my help with anything?
Marion Lewis: my return flight leaves in few hours but having troubles sorting out the hotel bills
Marion Lewis: wondering if you could loan me some few $$ to sort out the hotel bills and also take a cab to the airport
Sam Insalaco: yeah, will monopoly money work?
Sam Insalaco: or how about i photo copy some cash and fax it to the library
Sam Insalaco: OR
Marion Lewis: will def refund it tomorrow
Sam Insalaco: how about I let my IT staff here at work trace your connection and I come there and beat the shit out of you
Sam Insalaco: yeah
You don't have permission to chat with this person.
Sam Insalaco: that's what i thought
Marion Lewis signed off

Interesting Night of Events

This night was an certainly one.  Here are the events that have occured since I got home from work.

1. Took Shadow for a walk. 
2. Ate dinner in about 3 minutes so that I could drive Beth to work.
3. Dropped Beth off at work at about 6:55pm.
4. Drove over to the new house to meet with the current owners.  The purpose:  to discuss the results of the inspection that was done last week.  Everything went well, as planned.  Shadow came long, and so far is a big fan of the yard.  She even made a trip inside, up the stairs and around some of the rooms.  
5. Shadow likes the house.
6. Drove home to the Penn Garrison, parked on the side of the building.  
7. Ran into John Pierce (fellow resident of the PG).  If you need a ride around town in style, give him a call.  Ask me and I'll pass on his info.
8. John and I were talking, when along comes a man, who appears to be very, very, very drunk.   I get a brief look at his face, and it turns out it is a former security guard from our apartment building!  It was hard to tell that it was him since his face was pure yellow and his body was about at swollen as it can get without bursting.   He also have very badly busted blood vessels in his legs.
9. After a few minutes of talking about whether it was really the old door guy, John and I thought that it might be a good idea if we checked him out to see if he was ok.  Well, we found him almost passed out at the base of the 9th Street bridge.  
10. We called 911 and told them that there was a guy here that appeared to be in very bad shape.  They didn't really seem too concerned, and asked us to call them back if we wanted the police to come see him.   What?!
11. Well, John came and told me what they said, and I told him to call them back and tell them to send someone NOW!
12. The guy then decided that he didn't want us to call anyone and proceeded to walk to the other end of the bridge... where he once again passed out.
13. We metback up with him, this time after telling 911 to ACTUALLY send someone!  
14. I talked to the poor guy for a little bit, turns out he now lives under the bridge!
15. A cop car finally comes driving by, the cop is talking on his cell phone as I am attempting to wave him down.  The cop just waves back at me, with the hand that is NOT holding the phone.   Again, WHAT?!
16. After waiting about 15 more minutes, with no sign of law enforcement or medical professionals, the guy makes his way to his "home" under the bridge, and John and I start walking back home.
17. John and I make it all the way over the bridge when we see a cop van roll up to the other side of the bridge.
18. Time to walk back over the bridge.
19. By this time, the police had made a loop around the block and we flagged them down.
20. We talked to the police, tell him how bad he looks and where he is now laying.  They say that they will check him out and call in the meds if they feel that he needs attention.  Ok, the guy is about to explode and he's a yellow as a banana.
21. With it being 9pm and our Good Samaritan work done for the evening, John and I walk back to the apartment building, thinking that we did just about all that we could do.
22. Shadow and I make our way back into the apartment.
23. I decide it's time for a little treat. 
24. 1 Banana
25. A bunch of soy chocolate ice cream (Beth bought that crap)
26. 1 BIG scoop of peanut butter
27. About a cup of milk.
28. 1 Magic Bullet later, I have a nice milkshake.

Yeah, I guess that isn't that exciting, but it's more than usually happens on a Tuesday evening.

Good night!

Give people tools

I have learned that people must have the proper tools to do their job. Not everyone can just take a lump of clay and build something. I started off thinking that this one person was just really dumb. But then, I started to think that maybe this person just thinks differently, or has just never learned how to do the job that they have been asked to do. Maybe they need to be given the tools to do their job, rather than expect them to go out and figure it out themselves.

Well, actually I already knew this, but it became very relevant today.

Lost Art of the Courtesy Wave

I believe I have figured out what is plaguing America right now. No, it's not the Bush administration. No, it's not the housing crisis. No, it's not the oil companies. It's the loss of the courtesy wave. You know, that little wave that you give through your back window when someone lets you cut in front of them on your way to or from work. That little sign of gratitude and appreciation when you're stuck in a line of carbon monoxide distributors while trying to maneuver your way out of the mall parking lot, or on your way home from the big game.


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