The Legend of ATM Al
I was at an ATM pulling out a couple bucks before I headed down to mexico for an evening of strip clubs and free tequila.
There was a man lurking, thick glasses, suspenders, about 40.
He came up to me....
"you know, i used to be the man who filled these ATMS with money.... you just change out the cash cartridge..... but i figured out a way to trick it, and stole thousands of dollars doing that..."
I was intrigued, and asked him how... and he actually told me a fairly intelligent and detailed account of how it was all done. He then proceeded to tell me of how back when he was in his 20s, ATM Al used to work under george w. bush selecting his christmas gift wines that he would send out to all of the diplomats. He told me how one day, while at a local restaurant, Jack's, he sat down to a bacon and eggs breakfast with the president, and the president had brought along a young woman, a woman whose identitiy was concealed because she was a secret government project. she was a "secret baby".
He told me how he went home the next day, and was watching his television, and couldn't get that woman out of his mind...
"And you know who popped out of that television? MARIE ANTOINETTE... and that bitch took my last fresca"
he was going on and on about how upsetting the loss of his soda was when he paused... took a few steps back, and began to point at me.
"IT WAS YOU! YOU'RE ONE OF THE SECRET BABIES!" he cried out as he flailed his arms.
In a state of sheer terror and panic, i responded.
"yes. I am"

... i lied.
(cinnamonsugarz, Fri 30 Nov 2007, 9:51, 1 reply)

I'm actually inclined to believe this
As I too have met many fucking mental people near the US/Mexico border on my way to TJ. Which is the singularly most depressing place on earth
(little fawn, Fri 30 Nov 2007, 10:50, closed)