Every day, I receive emails informing me that I can make up to a $1,000 a day, working from home. I smirk knowingly and click Thunderbird’s ‘Spam’ button. No duh, I can. I’m a professional blogger. We’re millionaires, largely paid to sit in our kitchen table in our underpants all day, drinking beer and evacuating our flatulent thoughts upon the world at large.
The befuddled geezer, the diaper wearing octogenarian — these are great marks. Myopically peering through laser-concentrating spectacles, they never can see the fine print. Heck, you can get them to pretty much get granny to sign her entire life away, just by making soothing noises in response to her pigeon-like cooing about her monthly budget and maybe flashing her a flirtatious smile.
Some would envy Eilidh, being showered with golden jewelry by a male admirer.
Any cellphone product development people in the audience? We’ve just done your job for you, invented a cell phone for the elderly.
A jury has awarded $1.2 million to a woman falsely accused of shoplifting at Macy’s in Georgia.
Margaret L. writes in an all too typical complaint of car mechanics taking the elderly for a ride.