Next time I apply for a job, I'm buying a Gopher. One of those electric wheelchairs. And i'm going to come to work in it, every day. For a few months.

Then, one day, when a lot of people whom I've come to know are around, I'm just going to get up and walk out.

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But then you'd ruin all the sympathy built up from the hot women co-workers. I would run that scam until you scored with every one of them. If I couldn't score with every one, I'd pretend that my doctor cured me in order to finally score with the last hold out that felt wierd about doing a handicapped guy.

as great of an idea as it is, it sounds remarkably similar to someone elses plot:

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