Okay, I'll start.  Duh!  It's my thread.

 

I was taking a side-trip to the Casbah way way back in the mid-70's -- it was a trip organized in the office I worked in (Playboy Magazine, Tex -- does that blow you away?).  Sorry, got off track.  Anway, we flew on a bumpy old prop jet (don't ask!) from Spain to Algiers and then a bus was taking us to the Casbah.  Our driver "warned" us to be wary of strangers because many young ladies had been kidnapped and taken into harems.  We laughed!  Yeah, right!  Anyhoo, to make a very long story short, we got to a little building about 1/2 way to our destination where we stopped for camel rides and refreshments.  It was 10:30 in the morning, I was nursing a hangover from the night before (hey, I was in my 20's; it was the 70's) and all they gave us was some kind of wine.  Yuck!  So I walk over to the "bar" and requested a coke, which they give me.  I'm standing there with the bottle in one hand and the glass in the other when a very nice Continental looking gentleman walks up to me and takes my arm, saying, "I have proposition to ask you."  I'm a little bit leery of the guy, to put it mildly.  "I don't want to hear any propositions," I tell him.  But he is gently but firmly leading me over toward the doorway, where thankfully he sat me down at a window seat.  Before I know it a second man joins us.  I'm now frantically looking around the room, telling myself that I know everyone, I can see where my guide is, all I have to do is yell if I need to.  So........  the first guy repeats, "I have proposition to make you," and then adds, "I give you 5 camels you stay in Morocco with me."  Do I have to tell you my initial reaction?  I think stunned while at the same time trying not to laugh pretty much tells it.  Then before I can say anything, the second guy chimes in with, "What 5 camels?  (snort) I give you ten camels you stay in Morocco with me!"  I'm looking at both of them like they are absolutely off their rockers.  Then realizing they were serious, I finally starting giving them all the reasons why I couldn't stay in Morocco with either of them -- and asked them what they thought I would do with camels in the middle of Chicago.  Well, they kept trying to convince me and my lies kept getting bigger and bigger (that I had 3 kids and a husband and this GREAT job).  Well, I really don't remember how, but I finally got away.  The funny part is, when I got back to the States I found out exactly what they had offered me.  Apparently, well over a million dollars.  Nuff said.