Richmond Virginia.

Downtown. I stopped to pump gas before going to the art museum.

I hear this voice.

“Suh”

“Suh”

I ignored it hoping it would go away.

After the third time I turned. A guy had pulled up in truck, silver flowing hair, a gentleman’s hat. His voice was like Tupelo honey.

“Suh, I am embarrassed to have to ask you this. I am working down at the museum and I foolishly left my billfold at my worksite. Could you be so kind as to pay for my gas and I will pay you…….

I nodded a firm stern no.

The third time I looked back he was finally gone.

I suggested to family members it would have been fun to suggest I would drive him back to get his billfold, but that would have been wrong.

Grifters are everywhere but there is something special about southern grifters.