About 8 years ago I had a motorcycle that I had put up for sale in the newspaper and Auto Shopper. Some kid came one day, said he was interested and that he would get back to me if he could swing the money.
About a week later he calls to see if the bike is still available, I tell him that it is. He says he will stop by with his mother the following day to give me the money. The next day comes, he calls and minutes later he's at my door. I wheel the bike to the bottom of the driveway for him, he says his mom is on the way. He asks if he can take it for a quick spin before she gets there and I agree.
As he rolls around the corner, Nicole says to me, "Hey Walter, how did he get here?" With that, I knew I would probably never see my bike, or money, ever again. I hoped for the best and jumped in my car and went down the street, thinking maybe he was going really fast and the dead end barricade came up on him to fast and I would find him splattered against it. Not the case.
So the cops come and he's taking down all my info and he says to me, "So when did you realize it was gone?" I hung my head and quietly said, "when he drove it around the corner"
First came the head shake, then the chuckle, then he says, "Hey Walter, I'm going to ask you to turn around for me"
I ask why
He says, "So I can boot you square in the ass!!"
there you go, that one is in the memory bank forever, as well as a host of others. Feel free to start the ass bootin'