On St. Patrick’s Day a few years ago, to my surprise I awoke to see a leprechaun sitting on the end of my bed. He couldn’t have been more than a foot tall and was dressed in green from head to toe. I thought I was dreaming until I literally pinched myself. He told me in his Irish accent, that I was specially selected to receive a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.
I immediately began to fantasize about the mansion I’d buy, the new cars, and maybe a trip around the world. The leprechaun then told me that all I had to do, was to pay him $79.95 and I would receive a kit in the mail on how to tell five other people about this experience. And in turn each of them would tell five more people and so on. When I realized that he was giving me a sales pitch for some multi-level marketing, I literally dropped-kicked that little runt right out of my front door! I heard that the tip of my shoe broke his tailbone, but I don’t have any confirmation of that.