Had a guy come through my apartment complex once, knocking on doors. Claimed he was related to a specific person on a specific floor at the end of the hall - do I know her (of course not, but plausible). Needed to get home because he was babysitting specific person's kids in an hour when they get out of daycare because specific person was in the hospital HYPNOTOAD HYPNOTOAD HYPNOTOAD Which is how I drove a very friendly homeless person 10 miles into the heart of Compton and gave him $40 for his trouble. It also gave him a 40-minute opportunity to steal everything of value from my place since I wasn't going to be there. And despite my calling security on my way back (we left as rush hour was cresting; I returned during high tide), it took them half a fucking hour to respond. On the plus side, we no longer have that security company here and I learned a valuable lesson about trust and gullibility. On the minus side, I'm that much more jaded about Los Angeles.