Credit Card Fraud

The following is supposedly a true story. To be included, besides being true, the story is most likely strange, weird, surprising, or funny.
Many folks have written with perfectly plausible explanations about why merchants take my phone number on a credit card charge. What these fail to address, however, is that if I'm perpetrating a fraud in the use of this credit card, I'm not about to give out a correct phone number. They make no effort to validate the phone number before I leave, so what they're doing is collecting the phone numbers of a bunch of honest people. Now then...why are they collecting the phone numbers of a bunch of honest people? I once asked why you are asked for your phone number when using your charge cards. The clerk explained that thieves have been caught because they stupidly put down THEIR home phone number, not the phone number of the person who "owned" the card.

Three Crooks at Confession

One time three very bad people felt guilty for the different crimes they committed and went to a church to ask God for forgiveness. There, they found a priest. So all three of them went to the priest. The first crook said, "Oh, Father! I have killed an innocent man and now I am feeling very guilty! Please ask God to forgive me!" The priest murmured a blessing and told the crook, "God has forgiven you my son, and now go and drink the water from the well of purity." The Father pointed toward a fountain with sparkling water. The first crook went and drank the water. "The water tastes weird," he said and went away. The second crook came to the priest and said, "Oh, Father! I have stolen a lot of money from many people and now I am feeling very guilty! Please ask God to forgive me!" The priest murmured a blessing and said, "God has forgiven you my son, and now go and drink the water from the well of purity." So the second crook went and drank the sparkling water in the fountain. "This water tastes funny," he said and went away. Now only the third crook remained. "What is it that you did wrong, my son?" the priest asked. With an uneasy look the last crook said, "I peed in the well."

Visit The Barber

A man and a little boy entered a barbershop together. After the man received the full treatment - shave, shampoo, manicure, haircut, etc. - he placed the boy in the chair. "I'm goin' to buy a green tie to wear for the parade," he said. "I'll be back in a few minutes." When the boy's haircut was completed and the man still hadn't returned, the barber said, "Looks like your daddy's forgotten all about you." "That wasn't my daddy," said the boy. "He just walked up, took me by the hand and said, 'Come on, son, we're gonna get a free haircut!"