There are traveling groups teenagers that claim to be selling magazines to raise money for "local" school sports teams. I've had several of them visit in the past few weeks.
When I open the door they always greet me with a friendly, "Hi! I'm John, Karen Smith's kid. We live just up the street. I'm selling magazines to raise money for my high school soccer team." To which I respond, "So, you live in the neighborhood?" They usually point in some random direction and say, "Yeah, at the top of the street," or something like that. The one last night said, "My mom told me to say she was sorry about her dog going in your yard the other day."
That's when I ask the killer question... "What's the zip code in this part of town?" I wish I had a camera to capture the looks on their little faces!
One asked me why would I do such a thing. "Well, because now that I know that you are lying to me I know I can't believe anything else you say. Have a nice day."
