scams.

Some crazy man came knocking on my front door this afternoon. All alone in this house lately and in desperate need of any form of company, I opened the door to this stranger. He then started rehashing a wild story about how he use to be in a gang--the crips--but he turned his life around etc. etc. He told me he was happy to not be wearing baggy jeans all around his ass anymore and that he much preferred the clothes he had on (which appeared wrinkled to me--but whatevah). All this whilst referring to me several times as either "Baby Girl" or "Little Sister." He shook my hand like three times--each time very long and very hard. Bottomline, he wanted me to buy some magazines from him. First, I don't have money to waste and second, isn't this the oldest scam in the book? I let him down gently but firmly--then he insisted I give him a high five. Now, I am not a high five type of person. Maybe, maybe if I was playing volleyball or softball I might give a high five to a teammate--but that is a big maybe. Nevertheless--if a high five is what it took to get him off my porch and to go away I was down with it.