“STEAL ME”
Once upon a time, in a dark dirty part of the city, where even the police dared not venture, there was a car. It was an expensive car, the kind you dream about having but know you’ll never be able to afford. On this expensive car was a sign, which it was written in large bright clear letters “Steal Me”.
Some people walked by the car without noticing the sign, even though it was quite hard not to notice. But they were too busy to take notice and rushed to whatever place it was they had to be. Others, passed by, stopped, walked back and thinking that their eyes had decieved them, stared at the sign. After several minutes of staring at the sign, they inspected the car. They laughed when they saw that the doors were unlocked and that on the front driver’s seat was an envolope, which was clearly marked “Keys”. They would remark to themselves that some idiot or crazy person must have left the car and left the car laughing to themselves. Sometimes these type of people would return periodically to check, if the car was still there and of course it was.
Another group, who noticed the car, didn’t notice the sign at first. They only saw an expensive car and it’s steal potential. This group was composed of robbers and vandals. In this part of the city there was quite a large number of people who fit into this catagory. It was part if their trade to work quickly. To steal the radio, hub caps, or even the whole car, but to do so quickly. Time was of the essence. This group raced to the car, gave it an once over to determine what they were up against and to meet the challenge. Surprised, they observed that the car had no stearing wheel block, no alarm, and even the doors were unlocked. This was going to be so easy, they thought. Also, they saw the sign and the envelope marked “Keys”. This observation made them stop. They were in unfamiliar territory and to step back to consider what kind of person they were dealing wth. To them it was obvious that this was some form of nasty police trick. They had heard rumors that the police were getting desparate to crackdown on the area. The car was probably rigged with some sort of alarm that would go off if someone so much as breathed on the car. And if they did maybe from nowhere would come thirty police cars that would pounce on that person. Another thought they had was far worse. Maybe the car belonged to some crazed mofia head who just for sake wanted to see if anyone would steal his car. The mofia loved to test people and it was dangerous to mess with the mob. Taking no chances, this group moved on fast.
After several hours of different peoples coming and going, the car remained untouched. Eventually, a man dressed in a suit walked towards the car. People gathered to see what would happen. He removed the sign from the car’s window and made his way to the door. When he opened it many people didn’t know what to expect. Nothing happened. There were no alarms, no police came. and maybe for the first time in the street’s history there was silence as the crowd waited to see what would happen next. The man paused, picked up the envelope and removed the keys. Within a moment, he started the car and was gone. The crowd just stared blankly not knowing what to think.
The man was the actual owner of the car. He knew that if he left the car unattended in that neighbor, it would be stripped, painted, generally dismantled, and no amount of protection would be able to save his car. He decided to use a better method to protect his car, reverse psychology.
posted by reguy @ 9:13 PM
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