Talk about thinking outside the box.
As he [the author's coworker Ryan] darted back out to the car, a woman stopped him: "Three guys just stole your briefcase out of your car and they went THAT way." He raced off toward the Nicollet Mall.
Everything was in that briefcase….
He ran back to his car and drove to Block E, the former clay cast for urban decay that has become a model for gussied-up decay.
He searched for "the biggest, baddest guy I could find" and called him over. The man walked up, tentatively, and Ryan made his pitch: Find my briefcase and I’ll pay you $100 cash, no questions asked. Here’s my cell-phone number.
The author of the article draws some odd morals from the story, involving Garrison Keillor, but the story's still pretty good. Makes you hope it's true.
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