A taxi ambles lazily to a halt next to you as a girl rolls down the window facing your side of the street. You are the only pedestrian on the foothpath just then. You look casually up to the taxi and notice the passenger. If she were greeting you with a smile, she'd be a delight to greet back.

Bingo!

She grins broadly at you and calls out for you.

"Excuse me? I need some help. Would you mind?"

You're a male being asked for help on a dark street by the Gateway from a girl who looks respectable enough not to approach a stranger for help unless she needs something genuinely. Perhaps she's going to ask you for directions. You oblige.

"My 80 rupees is getting less in the fare," says the girl in a tone of excellently contrived guilt and embarrassment. "Could you please help me out?"

== Boing ==

The first time when this genius tried her trick on me, I wasn't carrying my wallet. I did have a pack of cigarettes that cost me 110-bucks but I knew she wasn't going to take that. I shrugged and walked off.

Yesterday, she tried it again- exactly one week later.

== Boing ==

If you're going to the gateway and a pretty chick grins at you and asks you for Rs 80, tell her you've heard from the DismantleBrigade. She'll not understand what that means, but she'll ask the cabbie to drive off. That I can assure you.

==Boing==

Note 1- The quotes in this diary post are verbatim. Those are the exact words she uses.

Note 2- Issued in public interest.

Note 3- Let me know if she asks you for 80 bucks too. This is one hillarious chick!