Submitted, with love, by Marc Lerman. );
I’d like to share my own experience of being around Dave for a good “Daving.” Is Daving a word? Well, it is now. Regardless, I must press on.
(Note – some details have been changed to protect Dave and b/c I don’t remember them all)
As we all know, Dave has a knack for not having much cash with him. It always happens that he can get by, but Dave is not one to go out to dinner just for the sake. Dave is careful with his money, and although his parents make it seem so, Dave is not an excessive spender. Occasionally, Dave goes to T-town for some family loving, as well as some money to help him get by.
After one return from T-town, Dave had with him several dollars, let’s say $200, which was to last him for a few months. To most of us, it doesn’t seem like much, but Dave doesn’t head home often, and as a Canadian living in a non-Canadian country, $200 is sufficient means to get by. Now, on the first day with his newfound wealth, Dave treks into Midtown Manhattan to wander about. While in Barnes and Noble, a well-dressed man approaches the young lad. This man is not dressed like a bum by any means, but nevertheless, once he spots Dave’s tsitzit hanging out, he approaches. This man proceeds to tell Dave he is trying to make a train to Cherry Hill, New Jersey, where he is housesitting for his brother. The man says he has lost his wallet in a cab and is unable to pay for the train, the cab ride to the train station, or anything else in between. The man goes on to tell Dave about how he is only in the East Coast for a few days from San Francisco. Dave is apprehensive about giving this man money. After all, would he ever see the money again? It’s all he has to last for some time, and this man could just be conning him. The man promises to send Dave the money just as soon as he gets home to San Francisco where he works for a major clothier, tossing in the words "Gap" and "Banana" for effect. After being convinced, that he would not be “Daved,” Dave hands over nearly half of his wealth to this man. Dave leaves his phone number, so this man could contact him for a way to send Dave his money. Dave then returns to YU, where he comes to the room of his friend Marc (me). Dave asks if I could find a picture of the head honchos of GAP, which I do, and none turn out to not be this man. Still hopefull, Dave awaits the call for weeks. Finally, after a few weeks, Dave doubles over in agony, as he realizes that he has just been Daved out of all the money that was to last him for several months.
I’d like to share my own experience of being around Dave for a good “Daving.” Is Daving a word? Well, it is now. Regardless, I must press on.
(Note – some details have been changed to protect Dave and b/c I don’t remember them all)
As we all know, Dave has a knack for not having much cash with him. It always happens that he can get by, but Dave is not one to go out to dinner just for the sake. Dave is careful with his money, and although his parents make it seem so, Dave is not an excessive spender. Occasionally, Dave goes to T-town for some family loving, as well as some money to help him get by.
After one return from T-town, Dave had with him several dollars, let’s say $200, which was to last him for a few months. To most of us, it doesn’t seem like much, but Dave doesn’t head home often, and as a Canadian living in a non-Canadian country, $200 is sufficient means to get by. Now, on the first day with his newfound wealth, Dave treks into Midtown Manhattan to wander about. While in Barnes and Noble, a well-dressed man approaches the young lad. This man is not dressed like a bum by any means, but nevertheless, once he spots Dave’s tsitzit hanging out, he approaches. This man proceeds to tell Dave he is trying to make a train to Cherry Hill, New Jersey, where he is housesitting for his brother. The man says he has lost his wallet in a cab and is unable to pay for the train, the cab ride to the train station, or anything else in between. The man goes on to tell Dave about how he is only in the East Coast for a few days from San Francisco. Dave is apprehensive about giving this man money. After all, would he ever see the money again? It’s all he has to last for some time, and this man could just be conning him. The man promises to send Dave the money just as soon as he gets home to San Francisco where he works for a major clothier, tossing in the words "Gap" and "Banana" for effect. After being convinced, that he would not be “Daved,” Dave hands over nearly half of his wealth to this man. Dave leaves his phone number, so this man could contact him for a way to send Dave his money. Dave then returns to YU, where he comes to the room of his friend Marc (me). Dave asks if I could find a picture of the head honchos of GAP, which I do, and none turn out to not be this man. Still hopefull, Dave awaits the call for weeks. Finally, after a few weeks, Dave doubles over in agony, as he realizes that he has just been Daved out of all the money that was to last him for several months.
FOLLOW UP – several years later, Dave is again walking the streets of Midtown Manhattan, when he spots someone familiar to him. To Dave’s shock and dismay, it is the same man who screwed him all that time before! Dave calls Marc and mentions this to him, where Marc advises that Dave should go up to this man and kick the living hell out of him. Dave does not. Dave is too nice. Poor Dave.
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