The Art Of Asking For Money (Never Ever Beg If You're Still Able-Bodied)
So I was half-asleep inside a passenger jeepney one night when I was jolted by two thug-looking tattooed men who boarded the vehicle and promptly announced: “Don’t be afraid, we’re not out to harm you.” But it was too late, some of the passengers already got scared, one of them, a woman, almost dropped her high-end phone in an attempt to quickly hide it. Me, I almost jumped out of the window. The two thugs or thug-looking men then brandished a (fake) document, saying that they were asking for a little help for their mother sick with cancer. (This is quite a common occurrence in public transport, people boarding the vehicle you’re in, asking for help, brandishing documents as proof of disease or of death, telling their captive audience that they’d rather ask money that way instead of becoming thieves or criminals.) Talk about emotional blackmail. O ne of th ...