a fresh bob bandit story
And now, here's a fresh Bob Bandit story (told to me by the Bandit himself when he first got in my truck this morning):
Bob Bandit sold this motor scooter to a teenager in his neighborhoold last night. It's one of those little scooters that looks just like a real chopper, but about 1/3 the size, and it only goes about 40mph at best.
But nevertheless, the teenager was really excited about buying it, and Bob told him he could take it for $500. (Bob's price may have figured in the fact that the kid was supposed to wash his limo four times in return for full prom services--a payment which the kid only partially fulfilled).
After the kid paid up for the scooter, he made just one special request of Bob.
"If my parents ask how much I paid for it, tell them it was only $200, okay?" the teenager said. (I guess the teenager didn't want his parents to think he was spending all of his rich kid allowance in one place).
"No problem," Bob said. With that, the kid rode off into motorscooter bliss.
A couple hours later, there was a knock at the door. It was the kid's parents, both mom and dad. They were standing there with the motorscooter between them, minus the teenager.
"We won't allow our son to have this," the father said.
"It's just too dangerous," the mother chimed in, sounding like she was the driving force behind the return.
Apparently, the parents joined forces, knowing Bob's Bandit's reputation as a hard bargainer, fully expecting that he wouldn't give their son's money back.
"No problem," Bob said, peeling two one-hundred dollar bills off a roll in his front pocket and handing it to the parents.
"I really like the thing, to tell you the truth. I just figured the kid would have a blast."
The teenager's parents accepted the $200 with thanks and departed up the street. Bob Bandit wheeled his scooter back in his garage, before retiring to his living room and lighting up a joint.
7:27:04 PM 
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