The Extortionist

I work with a guy, let’s call him Ted, who has this sort of Chinatown mafia  aura about him. He told me a great story about what he did on the weekend.

He was having drinks at a café with a couple of women he was "friends" with only tentatively (one of them got with his friend once, that was the extent of their connection).  He got there late when they’d already been drinking a lot.  He only had time to drink a couple of beers, so he wasn’t going to pay much on the bill.  However, as he came out of the bathroom, he saw them leaving through the front entrance.

So he walked out too, and got in his car.  As he drove off, he saw the waitress come outside looking for them.   He found a side street, pulled over and called his acquaintances.  They confirmed that they had done a runner, and while they’d planned it, they hadn’t bothered to tell him about it first.

So he lied to them: he said that the waitress had caught him on the way out and made him pay $160.  Not wanting to piss Ted off, who is not one to be fucked with, they immediately met up with him and gave him the money, all $160.

I’m sure they suspected he was lying, but they really had no choice.  What a sweet way to make $160.