Nearly everyday I meet with veterans to discuss their next moves in their ongoing struggles with the VA. Today was no different. This time I met at a local hotel restaurant with a retired master gunnery sergeant, a marine of course.
Strategically, I chose a table with a direct view of the pool—you never know what you might see, hopefully NOT some fat hairy European in a Speedo. Fortunately, even when there is a “Mr. Speedo” there is also usually a cutey in a bikini to keep him company; so I guess it all evens out.
My friend had an uncharacteristically troubled look on his face as we shook hands and took our seats.
“Up until about ten minutes ago I wasn’t sure I was even going to make it here,” he said, shaking his head while opening his briefcase. “I was in my car stopped in traffic just down from Kokomos, and this chick walks up next to my car. She put one hand on her forehead and then slammed the side of my car with her other hand. Then she fell down on the street and started groaning like I’d hit her.”
“Oh man! She was trying to scam you… It just never ENDS around here,” I complained bitterly. “So what happened?”
“A bunch of people suddenly surrounded me, all of ‘em looking at this woman lying on the ground. I didn’t know what the hell to do. And then a motorcycle cop came up and grabbed the woman by the arm and forced her to her feet. He told me he saw everything and to go ahead and go.”
“Dude! Good on him! He saved you a whole bunch of hassle, if not a whole lot of pesos.”
“Yep. He acted like he had been watching her, like he knew she was going to try something like that. She must have a history of scamming foreigners.”
“I hope he takes her to jail and roughs her up on the way there. I wonder how many tourists and foreigners she has already bilked? I guess its just one more trick we have to watch out for.”
He shrugged resignedly, “Well, at least that policeman helped me out. All’s well that ends well…”
I chuckled, “Well, if it’s not the VA screwing you over, it’s a local con artist. You gotta love it!”