I am a former nightguard, and this is the reason I quit the job. Although you may not believe this story, it is very very true. It all started on a friday night in the year 1999.

While I was guarding a building(I will not tell you where it is), a man was standing in the back alley calling my name. When I went closer, I saw that he was in his mid-age and was a british soldier. He offered me a cigar. As it was dark, I walked out of the alley and I saw that I was not smoking a cigar but a FINGER!!!!!!

From that day on, whenever I get a cigar, I will look carefully before smoking.
[Posted at: The Finger]