My housemate has a houseguest this week, so I’m thinking its him when someone wants to buzz in at my apartment’s front door. A few minutes later, I hear soft tapping at my door, but when I open it, not a crunchy environmentalist type do I see.

Shaking my hand, talking fast, and trying to slip past me is a guy looking a little too fiendish to be a friend of mine, or friend of my friends. Fiendish in that, “I need a morning fix to stop the shakes” kinda way. Saying something about knowing a guy on my floor and needing cab fare to get out his tools, I quickly realize what’s happening, and telling him “good try” I slam the door in his face.

From my corner window I check the front of the building. No taxi there, so I was right, Mr. Flim Flam Man was looking for a quick $10’er. Then its time for me to be Mr. Do the Right Thing and I go looking for Mr. Flim Flam Man, just to make sure he’s not pulling this gig on someone else.

Nope, Flim Flam has left the building. See him in yours yet?