A pretty young girl is walking down the street , its a nice day, she has just turned 18 and she is in the mood to celebrate. She sees a handsome gentlemen standing in front of his Kiosk, she smiles at him, he smiles back, she decides to see what he has for sale today. She see's a nice hat and asks the salesman "May I try it on Sir?" The saleman replies, "of course, here is a nice full length Mirror for you, just be careful what hand you pick up the at with? The pretty girl replies "what? I dont understand" The salesman replies "oh yes, its very important, didnt you notice when you were growing up on your homeworld?" She eyes the hats, having no idea what he means and thinks to herself, well what the worst that can happen... and picks up the hat, puttign it on, looking in the morror she realizes its not a very pretty hat and the one next too that one she has chosen will look better than this one... as she reaches to take the hat off. The salesman responds "thank you for your purchase Mam" She eyes the saleman confused ... seeing his smug smile, she quickly looks in her bank account and realizes 12,500 credits have been removed! She eyes the saleman with anger, saying " you took that from my account! you didnt even ask !" He replies, im sorry Mam, thats our policy, since you picked it up with your right hand and not your left, you've puchased it. She replies "but i dont like how it looks on me, i want that other one next to it." The salesman replies "oh thats fine, ill buy the hat back from you then" The pretty young girl quickly recovers and smiles radiantly as she puts the hat back on the shelf, the salesman puts 1,250 cedits in her bank account. She gasps and looks up again at the salesman, realizing she is being swindled... "But thats only 10% of what i just paid for it !" The saleman smiles , quite giddy with his huge profit, "Sorry Mam, thats our policy, you owned the hat for 15 seconds, so it lost 90% of its value." The girl begins to cry, tears runnign down her face, she saved for 3 weeks to save that 12,500 credits an now she has 700 left. She has been swindled into buying an ugly hat. She stammers to the salesman, her words meek as she squeaks ... "ill call the police" The salesman just laughs at the naive' young girl, leaning his head back as his laughter bellows ... "the police huh, well you can't call them, you have to write a letter" She looks at him confusted .. " i write a letter?" He looks down at her , his smile still across his face .... "actually its called a ticket" The girl, trying to muster some courage replies "fine! I'll write one ... one of those .. umm.. tickets" then she thinks about it ... meekly asking.. how long till they reply ... The saleman croses his arms... smugly smiling .... " thats anyone's guess, might be days, might be weeks .. Now run along little girl, i see another victim .. i mean customer coming" The little girl runs from the kiosk and down the street, crying and embarased and upset how her 18th birthday has been ruind by a con artist. - Pamy