He's Not Dead, He's My Neighbor

You may have heard the story this week about the two old farts whose friend died before he could cash his social security check.  His buddies decided to do it for him. So they propped him up in an office chair and let his corpse sit outside the currency exchange while they went in to try to cash his check. "Look, we're doing him a favor. He's sitting right outside there -- taking a little nap."

I guess there was an off duty cop eating at a local restaurant nearby. He noticed the two mopes pushing the office chair with the dead guy in it. Trying to pass him off as a sleeping guy I guess. That made the cop get suspicious.

Needless to say the two pals got arrested for fraud. And the dead guy got a free ride to the undertaker.

But here's the kicker: The reporter on the story said that if the dead guy's two pals had been smart enough to put him in a wheelchair instead, probably nobody would have noticed. No doubt somebody who looks like he's asleep in a wheelchair on a sidewalk is not that unusual in NYC. It's only when you put him in an office chair that alarms go off.

Makes sense.