| Oh boy, have I got a story for you. Around 1999, my hometown (pop. ~600) fell for a conman. Like, the actual Town government, and almost everyone in it. Pudgy, balding, middle-aged white dude breezed into town and seduced the owner of one of the motels. She kicks her husband out and starts taking Conman to town board meetings, etc. Eventually divorced husband. Guy claims to be Hollywood connected, a wealthy promoter or agent, scouting locations for future filming, etc. This goes on all summer, and the town manager and county administrator, and the whole board and chamber of commerce totally buy it, lock, stock, and barrel. Conman claims he can bring in some big country music star he knows. I don't remember who. I can't stand country, so why would I remember? Big star. Not Dolly big, but Boot Scooting Boogie big. He convinced the town to foot the bill, that he would pay for everything once they had the final bill... and this podunk nowheresville town 60 miles from the nearest traffic light pays to fly this star in on a private jet, sets up a huge stage for her, and all like 50 of us that show up get a private concert. It sucked. This whole time... Everyone in town is talking about this guy, right? And nobody is asking if he's legit. I mean, I did, but I had long hair and was a nobody, so... Spoiler: he wasn't. Not even a month after the big concert, he disappeared with motel lady's (and her husband's) life savings, and obviously skipped on the million-odd bill for Peggy Rae or whoever TF it was. Everyone looked like a moron. Motel lady declared bankruptcy and left town. I gloated mercilessly. Idiots. They all voted Trump, too. Some people never learn. |
> pays to fly this star in on a private jet, sets up a huge stage for her, and all like 50 of us that show up get a private concert. It sucked.
The concert actually happened? That's the craziest part of all of it.