Creative thinking is part of survival!
While I am at it, let me share an anecdote:
“A Maasai man walks into a bank in NAIROBI and asks for the loan officer. He tells the loan officer that he is going to DUBAI on business for four weeks and needs to borrow 5,000.
The bank officer tells him that bank will need some form of security for the loan, so the Maasai man hands over the keys to a brand new Mercedes Benz S class 500 parked on the street in front of the bank. Produces the log book and everything checks out.
The loan officer agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. The bank’s president and its officers all enjoy a good laugh at the Maasai for using a KSH 15 Million Mercedes Benz as collateral against a 5,000 loan.
An employee of the bank then drives the Mercedes Benz into the bank’s underground garage and parks it there. Four weeks later, the Maasai returns, repays the 5,000 and the interest, which comes to 150.41.
The loan officer says ‘Sir, we are very happy to have had your business & this transaction has worked out very nicely but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out & found that you are a multi millionaire.
What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow 5,000 The Masai man replies: ‘Where else in NAIROBI can I park my car four weeks for only 150.41 and expect it to be there when I return’.”
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That reminds me of an old joke as well. It might be Irish, black, gypsy, or whatever you believe might be appropriate in your ‘hood.
So, here are two guys, one of them pushing a bicycle in a crime-ridden neighborhood, where the police expect the ones of his like to make a living off stealing. The bicycle has a couple of large bags on it, so nobody can ride on it. A policeman comes along and becomes suspicious,
“What’s in the bags?”
The one pushing the bike meekly says,
“It’s sand, man. We need it for our repair jobs.”
The policeman checks it out and, indeed, both bags have nothing but sand in them. He waves the two to move along. After they travel a safe distance from the cop, the older of the two guys says to the younger one,
“You see, man, this is the way to steal a bicycle!”
Genius story. Sand man. There is an art to deception that some know so well. The catching off guard, preying on good nature. I am much less good natured now unless I am quite sure of the situation.
I prefer, rather, to imagine the bike thieves as being undercover wealthy lawyers and bank CEOs, pulling their hustles like NYC pimps, like that paralegal fellow that would dress up as a homeless bum for his lunch hour, and hit a profitable corner where he made, he claimed, several hundred dollars a day... Shameful, whether it was a fabrication, or not.
Thanks for the spot-on comic relief!