In this year of presidential politics I’ve been thinking a lot
about cons lately – more specifically, what is the greatest con of
all.
I love the movie, The Sting, but as entertaining as it is, Paul
Newman and Robert Redford taking Robert Shaw for a few hundred
thousand isn’t all that earth shaking. It was clearly not the
greatest con of all. Even upping the ante with George Clooney and
Brad Pitt taking Andy Garcia, Al Pacino, and that freaky French guy
for hundreds of millions ends up paltry when distributed across the
planet’s population of 7.2 billion.
I mean, what is that – a nickel a piece?
More pernicious, (or it would be if I knew what that meant,) are the
movie tickets sold to feature films that featured actors like Steve
Guttenberg, Diane Keaton, Chuck Norris, and Chris Rock – actors
that clearly couldn’t act to save their lives.
But even that, in spite of all the hours and money wasted in
sticky-floored movie theaters, and graffiti-covered Red Box kiosks,
is still small potatoes to the greatest con of all.
I was six. For some reason of inscrutable cosmic karma I ended up
with an ENTIRE PACKAGE of Oreo cookies. Thinking back, that was the
highest, most blissful moment of my life. Many’s the time I’ve
wished I could have been cryogenically frozen, my package of hard
chocolate-flavored disks enclosing sugared hydrogenated animal fat
grasped firmly in my tiny greedy fingers. Perhaps I could have been
thawed once a millennium for enough time to lick one cookie
cream-free, only to once again be popsiclized.
I could have been the frozen Buddha of sensory contentment.
But it wasn’t to be.
Instead I remained in the standard time continuum, and just as atoms
or electrons (I get those guys mixed up,) eventually collide with
other atoms or electrons, I eventually came into contact with…
another six-year-old.
“Gimme some,” my greedy contemporary demanded.
“No,” I replied.
“C’mon!” said the six-year-old.
(C’mon is
among the most common phrases used for cajolery (?) in the English
language, but in spite of it’s trillions of applications has never
once convinced a person to do anything they didn’t already want to
do. I didn’t want to share my Oreos.)
“Why should I?”
And here it comes, the greatest and most pernicious (I think) con in
the history of humankind. It is great not because it has ever
emptied a casino vault or cheated a mobster, but because it has been
used successfully millions, billions, maybe even trillions of times.
“I’ll be your best friend!”
Into my naive six-year-old mind flashed images of earning a life-long
friend at the cost of a few empty, and possibly carcinogenic
calories. This hungry fellow would laugh at my jokes, help me stand
against bullies, let me copy off his paper in arithmetic, and when we
got really old (like twenty-five,) would loan me all his power tools.
It was a tempting trade.
“How many you want?”
“Twenty!”
“How about three?”
“Okay.”
“You’ll still be my best friend?”
“Yes.”
“Forever and ever?”
“Yeah.”
My hand shook slightly as I extended the cellophane reliquary of
sacred snackery to my new best friend.
I don’t have to tell you how that ended. My guess is that everyone
reading this post has either fallen for this con, or practiced it, or
both during their childhood. By the end of the hour, two important
things in my life had changed - I was out of Oreos, and my best
friend was gone.
Was I foolish? I was young. I was innocent. My brain was partially
gelatinized by cream filling.
(Of course that
doesn’t explain how I fell for the same con regularly over the next
fifty years.)
“I’ll be your best friend” is the simplest, the easiest; most
ubiquitous of cons. It may also create the most heartache. In spite
of feeding my life-long, heart disease inducing obsession, the
Nirvana of Oreo satiation never returned.
My one consolation is the look on my ersatz best friend’s face
months later when he returned from a painful afternoon in the dentist
chair.
Ah, Best Friends! What a great concept! Maybe little Eddie got that on his TV show 43 years ago.
Here's Brandon Cruz (Eddie,) today.
Sigh, it's all a con.
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