A farce

This morning, a weird-looking man approached me along the commercial center of my city and started telling me stories that gave me goose pimples. It was hard to believe the things he said.

He said looking at me he had found certain things about my life that he needed to let me know. At first, I was ready to listen; then my mind opened. I told myself he must be out to play a fast one on me. I was right.

It took me some effort to send him off. Later on, I found that what he was telling me was a farce. They were made-up stories to extort money from me.

Thank God I was wise.