Some advice

We had a pot plant thief up here last year. He seems to have moved on now.

Probably got spotted with the potted evidence.

Are you talking about the cuttings or Dadpad's propagation method?

Joe(quick in either case)Nation

Initially I was referring to the cuttings ....

... but I definitely see what you're getting at, Joe ...!

What I am getting at is what we are all trying to get at.

Hey, Gus, because you are a friend of mine I'm going to let you in on a little secret. And I have a question.

A couple of years ago, I saw a newspaper story about a guy who had been brutalized into giving up his ATM code to a robber. The robber then went to several ATM's and cleaned out his accounts.

That gave me an idea.

First, I saved every nickel I could for a year and then deposited all the money in ten different banks, a little less than $50,000. Hey, better than nothing.

Then I bought a wig at a street fair, got a fake beard and mustache kit from Ricky's costumes right around Halloween and a pair of Levi's overalls from a thrift shop. The 3rd of November, I got all dressed up in the restroom of a diner about thirty blocks from my apartment. My own mother wouldn't have recognized me in that get-up.

I then went and took out all the money from all the accounts. That's a lot of frigging twenties I'll tell you, but I had already made out labels to a PO box I've had for years out in Picher, Oklahoma. (It's from an a company I used to run out there. I've known the Postmaster since he was in high school. I phoned him and said we were starting up again and I was sending some files there and just to hold them until I could get out there. He said "Sure." People in Picher mind their own business.)

After I hit a ATM I'd go to the nearest Kinkos and box up the cash and label it. A twenty dollar tip and a handshake got those boxes taken to the US Post Office.

Anyway, I went home, went up the side stairs where the cameras aren't working and sat down in the apartment that I had already ransacked. It was just after midnight. I got a hunk of Saran Wrap and a baseball bat and started beating the hell out of my face and head.

It's harder than you think.

After I got some pretty good blood flowing I staggered around the place for a bit. I opened the apartment door and collapsed in the doorway.

I slept like a baby.

Near morning someone found me. Police came. I told them about the big guy with what I thought was a Slavic accent. I cried. The ambulance guys were very kind. I cried some more. Later that day they interviewed me about the ATM codes. I really cried. They showed me some video of the person using my codes. I wailed.

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In January, I called the guy in Picher and told him things hadn't worked out and had him send me back the boxes and close the account.



My question is this: Do you think I over tipped the guy at Kinko's?

Joe(I don't want to arouse suspicion)Nation