Originally posted by Mr. Robin Parsons What do you do if while you were out, there had been a knocking at your door, and it was the lottery corporation "rapping in on you" to tell you that the recent "Win" of yours, was a factual mi$take, and you had to give it all back! right this second!?
Recent win? Recent win? Ah! I think you must be referring to the facsimile of a check for $10,000.00 that was non-negotiable until such time as I sent them $350.00 to cover the taxes on my winnings. Perhaps in your extreme poverty and lack of experience with this kind of scam you were erroneously conclusion-jumping. The scam has two major signs to watch out for: the first is that you receive an announcement of having won without having entered any contest. This does not happen in nature. The second, very stinky clue is that even though they claim you have won something it somehow is required that you must send them money to claim your prize. Here again, this does not actually happen in nature. Any taxes you might owe on your winnings is between you and the government. Likewise with delivery fees or whatever else they claim you must give them
before you get your new cadillac, or computor, or $10,000.00.
As soon as they receive any money from you they become incommunicado you never receive your prize, and you must legally change your last name to "Sucker" in about 30% of the contiguous 48. An alcoholic person of my acquaitance (an actual person, not the Polish Aviator) repeatedly ignored my warnings as he was lead, step by step, over the phone through the progression from suspicion to greedy confidence until I found him drunk and mourning one day when he realized he'd been scammed. He considered himself poor and did a desperate thing to try and alleiviate it, which backfired, reminding me of where it says, somewhere or other, in the Bible, something like:Those that have not, what little they have will be taken from them. Those that
have, more will be added unto them." By which I take it to be referring to a person's attitude; the more you appreciate what you have, the more will come to you. All of which we may consider a counterbalance to your serious rabbit story, in an otherwise amphigoric thread.
Which reminds me. A polish Aviator of my acquaintance once told me the harrowing tale of his encounter with a microburst while trying to land a 747 at O'Hare (Get it? Hare. Rabbit) international airport during a fitfull, ugly thunderstorm, an incident most memorable in his mind for the interruption it caused in his consumption of a beverage he considered to be of a higher priority than operating the plane, under most circumstances, but which, in this one, required him to use
both hands to handle the controls, leaving him with none free to hold his martini. He claims it was his anger that this should be the case that stirred him to the superhuman strength it took to manhandle the plane up away from the runway where the microburst was trying to push it, and prevent a crash. He claims to this day that if he hadn't been so fond of drinking on the job 200 people would be dead.
In light of the facts of the above anecdote, was he coming or going?
(What do you do if...? of course, is what I meant to say.[/color])