Justice Pouch

According to Steph

Earlier today, my loving dad sent my sisters and I an email warning against the "sniff the perfume" trick. It's all very simple, they choose someone who is greedy enough to think she is going to get some cheap perfume from two guys standing in a parking lot. Just when the thrifty victim finds her way over to the rag they are using as a tester . . . because we all know fancy perfume smells best when wafting off of a dirty rag . . .they shove a rag dipped in ether on her sniffer and boom, she's out. Well, dad seems to think I would be curious enough to try this, so he sent it along as a stern warning. I will have him know that even though I once stuck around long enough to get a photo of a man who was doing one~armed parking lot push~ups, I am smarter than this. Just today I was stopped outside of a shop in Uptown by a guy who wanted a donation toward the ACLU. I emphatically agreed that the work they are doing is top shelf, and I would love to help, but no, I wasn't going to "simply write down a credit card number and sign this sheet". I calmly explained that I didn't feel safe. He calmly explained that right after I signed it, he would swiftly deposit my information in his "pouch of justice". Immediately I looked around for a "perfumed rag" as I am sure the pouch of justice and parking lot perfume rag come in some sort of wily kit for ne’er-do-wells. I narrowly escaped, and I have my dad to thank.