Another one for you. I had a customer from Boston who would travel down in Mexico with a large trailer to buy stained glass lampshades. On his way home, he would stop at my place and fill the rest of the trailer with my stuff. One time when he stopped, his driver told me a story. He was driving in a remote area of Mexico, when several uniformed armed men came out of a shack and stopped him. They searched his truck and stole all his money. He could hear them discussing what to do with his body when they were done.Meanwhile, I was the guy with the lamp shade on his head missing all the good stories.
Luckily a tourist bus arrived at the intersection and the armed men fled. He said it was the only reason he wasn't killed.