My CF Jenna texted me at 7AM, asking if she could borrow $200. She wanted to get a Detroit dance card ,which is needed for dancing in Detroit strip clubs. She has always danced in the suburbs before.
Like a good PL, I replied that I could give her $200, but I was going biking at 8AM.
Jenna texted that she would get to my house before then. But about 7:45 she texted that her ride had fallen through. Could I bring the money to her? Please?
She gave me an address in Lincoln Park, a lower class suburb south of Detroit about 30 miles from my home. She said it was her girlfriend Tyler's house.
So I jumped in my BMW and sped down I-275 to I-94 to Lincoln Park, with Google Maps directing me to a neighborhood of little bungalows. The neighborhood appeared to be populated by white trash. It did not seem dangerous, but I would not want to live there.
I called her cell phone. Waiting outside the house, my suspicions grew. I wondered who the house really belonged to. Her boyfriend? Her drug dealer? Her drug dealer boyfriend?
Then Jenna tripped out of the house, all smiles and blonde hair. I handed her $200. She kissed me, said she loved me, and ran back into the house.
A beautiful young girl like that wouldn't lie to me, would she? She would not kiss me and say she loved me. I felt relieved.
As I drove back home, I reflected on my progress as a PL. I have been an ATM for strippers for a long time, but now I'm a traveling ATM. I'm now a PL Grandmaster.


Well done sensei.