Stalled Elevator and the Fugitive Ninja
Ninja, alias John Doe, a robber of great skill and glib tongue, learned many years ago that with his good looks and debonair airs, he could persuade any woman into letting him have her jewels.
Most con-men would wine and dine a fine lady, but not Ninja. He made his living by casing a jewelry stores and then, when only a woman was running the place, he would enter the store with great panache, flaunt his 10 karat diamond ring, and place his hands on the one and only counter that held the most valuable of stones. He would then say something like, “You have the most amazing eyes,” looking deep into the lady’s eyes and making her tremble as she knew he was looking through her clothing—at the very essence of her being.
Then he would say, “I would like to have my diamond checked to be sure it’s secure. It’s very valuable and I would not want it to fall out.” This approach was so redundant for him; he bored, knowing that the woman would take the ring to the back room for testing. Glass counters have glass fronts, and far too easily, he would remove the front, pull out a few stones (not so many as would be noticed), and replace the glass without being seen.
This particular day, he was in the mood for a bit of excitement. He wanted a change from the boring to the extremes. He wanted to make a major heist.
Ninja walked up three flights of stairs to a well know store, Kay’s, thinking to kiss the counter maiden, and then, through enchantment, steal her blind. All went well as he walked in and put his jewel cluttered hand on the counter. He looked deep into the maid’s eyes, saw the tremble, and knowing he’d made his statement, walked around the counter and kissed her. Watching her blush made his heart feel good. Watching her go to the back made him sad. He stood there mesmerized—still tasting her sweet kiss; unable to think clearly. When she came back with his ring and a very odd look on her face, she demanded $50.00 for the services; not in a very polite way. Ninja felt rejected, so he paid her and when he dug into his pocket for his wallet, he realized that he still had a few precious stones there; left from a previous robbing. At that point, he felt it time to leave, so after paying her, he walked out and entered an elevator; heavy at heart. (No, the elevator wasn’t heavy at heart—he was.)
“Busted,” the police said when they were finally able to open the stalled elevator.
You see, his diamond ring was of glass, the lady at the counter was a man-hater, the $50.00 was forged, and when he kissed her, she was able to pick-pocket him. Yes, she now has a blue diamond plus a few others, and Ninja is in jail because they found other gems on his person.
The moral to this story is: Always leave a little bit behind when you pick-pocket someone.
Gag, boo, hiss. ‘Drather read than write.
The challenge was, Mix ‘n’ Match (Stalled elevator, fugitive and Ninja).