you're not just telling us what we want to hear?

That name is called "recidivism."

At lunch yesterdee with some folks from the day job, a young lady approached me and promptly asked me for $500.  She promised that by the following day (today), she would be able to give me $1000 in return.  Now, I understand that there is a sucker born every minute, and not wanting to get conned by such a lucrative business opportunity, I decided to dig a little deeper to find out exactly why she needed such a specific, and large, sum of cazash.  To my surprise, she wasn't offering me a ground floor position selling amazing snake oils derived from berries only indigenous to the high mountain dwellers near Lake Winnipesaukee, but rather - she just needed a hair cut.
 
Call me old fashioned, but $500 seems a bit steep for a trim, so I dug a little deeper.  Turns out, she is preggers and is headed to San Diego to marry her man who was currently taking room and board in a correctional facility.  I asked her if she had really thought  her plans through, and that maybe now wasn't the best time to be tying up a knot.
 
Oh, I forgot to mention that in addition to offering me such a fine return on my investment, she also offered me a new car, a blessing, and a complete physchic reading.  I'm telling you, this was all starting to sound too good to be true.
 
She lost interest in me after I questioned her $500 haircut and her hasty marriage plans and decided to move on to try her hand with someone else.  As she was about to leave, she pulled a quarter out of her purse, placed it in the gum ball machine and presented me with the bouncy ball you see in the photo above.  She then said, pointing to the red bits "Here, your aura is red."
 
Strange?  Sure.  Not nearly as strange as seeing her walk into Benja's Thai restaurant that very same day as I sat with a group of friends over dinner just moments after me sharing my lunch experience.  No joke.  She sat, she ate, she ran her investment opportunity past an unsuspecting couple.  And then, just like she strolled on into the restaurant, she strolled on out.  To dine, and to dash.  Gone. 
 
Have a looksee who showed up on the local county bookings today - my favorite local mystic.
 

I can't tell by looking, but I don't think that she ended up getting that hair cut she needed so badly for her wedding day.  I am, however, super intrigued by the graffiti charge.  All I can say is that I am going to hang on to that bouncy ball.