In a message dated 3/27/01 2:43:27 PM Pacific Standard Time,
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> . I cured the problem by opening the door and taking a
> Polaroid of the little group - never came again.
>
> Another instance from a few months ago. A little group used to hang
> out at the rain shelter at the little country railway station I
> commute from. Each evening, if this particular boy was there, I heard
> sniggering and peals of laughter as I walked past. One evening I
> stopped and said to the boy "Oh, give my regards to your Mum, I
> haven't seen her for ages". I didn't know him from Adam, but the
> illusion of anonymity was broken - good as gold since!!
>
>

deri! how brilliant!  a Polaroid! then the mum thing ... just brilliant
psychology!
mag