I had a woman come up to me in the Target parking lot a week or two ago. Man, this one must have taken some good bullshitting classes or something, because she really laid it on thick.
She starts off a bit apologetic for bothering me and explains how she only made $17 last night at Cracker Barrel (I think that was it). Apparently, some sitter was watching her kids (was either 4 or 6 of them...), and if she didn't come pick them up in 30 minutes, the sitter was going to call DHR (child services) on her. She said she needed $42 to rent a room at the Red Roof Inn, and that I could call to confirm that's how much a room is. I heard how she's actually from Richmond, VA, and she's down here for some reason I can't even remember.
I think at this point, she saw me hesitating a bit, and she'd need to resort to even more tactics. She told me how a woman spat in her face... a man spat in her face, and another guy said he'd help if she got between his legs. By this time, I almost thought I'd have to call the utilities company, because the waterworks had sprung quite a leak!
I gave the usual response, "Sorry, I don't have any cash." But this one doesn't give up like the others, "Can you go to an ATM?" Now I needed a good excuse to get out of this one since Target has an ATM inside. "Umm, my bank isn't from around here." Not exactly the most clever excuse, but it's actually true. "What bank is it?" "It's a credit union." Apparently, she has never heard of credit unions before, because she gave up at that point.