Tell the forum a true story that happened to you!
I'll start. In the years after high school, my friends and I used to go out to Hollywood Blvd. on Saturday night sometimes, and just wander around. This is a two-part story about one of those nights.
First, we stopped at the Church of Scientology to take their IQ and personality tests, just for the hell of it. We did the IQ test, and my friend Alan and I both scored pretty high, and they asked if we wanted to take their something-something test. It's the one where you hold the handles of this device in your hands, and a needle on a meter is supposed to read your emotions. So Alan and I each sit down at different tables with a Scientology guy and this device. He tells me to hold the handles, and then starts telling me about how this test measures your stress and whatnot. About this point, I realize that all it does is measure how hard I'm squeezing the handles. He tells me to think about a time in my life that was very peaceful,and when I was really happy everything. I start squeezing the handles a little harder, to push the needle into "bad" end of the meter. He says something like "That's strange..." Then he tells me to think about something very stressful, etc., and I ease up on the handles, so the needle goes to the "good" end. Right about this point, my friend Alan at the other table just blurts out at the top of his voice (forgot to mention the rest of my friends were a bit drunk) "Hey! This thing just moves when I squeeze it!" We both burst out laughing, and just got up and walked away.
A bit later, we're walking down Hollywood Blvd, and we get to this corner, and there's this girl standing there, maybe 20 years old, white, blonde, and she's wearing these little sweat shorts, and she asks us if we know where she can get some pants, because she's cold. It was pretty late, and we told her we didn't know any place that would be open. She starts telling us this story about how she was from Michigan or something, and she lost all her money and all her clothes, and couldn't get back home, blah blah blah. Right about this point, a black man, probably in his 50s, comes around the corner with a shopping cart full of pants. We yell "That guy's got pants!", and fall apart laughing. We tell him, "Hey, this girl needs pants!" and he says "Five bucks!". So we all immediately figured this was some kinda scam, but $5 between the four of us isn't too much to see how it plays out. We got out all our change, and came up with around $2.50, so we started yelling to passers-by "Hey! This girl needs change for pants!" and stuff like that. In a few minutes, we got to $5, so we hand it to the guy, and then the girl says to him "I want the pants you're wearing." So he takes them off right there, and hands them to the girl. Then, swear to god, she takes the shorts off, and she's not wearing any underwear. Just bush and all, right out there on a corner of Hollywood Blvd. on a Saturday night, the street packed with car and foot traffic. What. The. Fuck. She put the pants on, and we went on our way.
Later that night, we ran into that girl again, and she was wearing the shorts again. Scam confirmed, but at least they put on a show for it.