"Sign up today for no annual fee!" shouted the guy in front of Waldbaums. "Low APR VISA!"

I didn't give him a second glance and strode right by him.

"Excuse me sir, can you do me a favor?" said a girl inside the store. I couldn't help but give her a second (and third) glance. She was standing behind a desk full of forms.

"What's this for?" I asked.

"A Waldbaums credit card. Could you do me a favor and fill out one of these forms? You don't have to use your real information or anything, I just need people to fill out these forms." She flashed a pretty smile at me.

"Uh, I don't need a Waldbaums credit card. I never shop here."

"Please?" Another flash of them pearly whites plus a tilt of the head. "You can get a pack of these Twix or Reese Pieces candy bars here."

I'm a sucker for a cute smile. So I grabbed one of the forms and began scribbling.

"Trying to fill a quota?"

"No, I just need more people to fill out these forms so it looks like I'm doing my job."

I jotted down a friend's name and address (sorry Dave!) and peeked up at her occasionally.

"Excuse me sir, can you do me a favor?" she repeated to other customers as they walked in. Some of them didn't acknowledge her; others shook their heads and scurried off.

"If I could only speak Spanish or Chinese," she muttered.

"Are you Chinese?" I asked.

"Korean. But I can't speak that either." Her eyes were scanning the crowd behind me, looking for her next gullible victims.

"Aw, you don't need to speak Spanish or Chinese. Just flash them your cute smile and they'll come over," I grinned at her.

She smiled back. "I'm trying but it doesn't seem to be working."

"You got me."

She blushed and looked down at her forms. I scribbled a fake signature and handed her my forms.

"Oh, I have to see your ID too."

"My ID? Um, I pretty much faked that whole form you know…"

She gave me that smile and tilt again. "Oh, that's okay. I just have to do this in case my manager is watching me."

I handed her my driver's license. She wrote some things down on my form. Then she looked up. "Erm, Dave?"

"Michael."

She grinned and handed me my license. "Now I have to see a major credit card."

I handed her a VISA card. She wrote down some more things. "Great! Thanks! Now you can have your pick of this candy."

I grabbed a pack of Twix. For a moment, I considered asking for her name. But then she launched another "Excuse me sir, can you do me a favor?" to a guy behind me, who began approaching her desk.

So I just said, "Thanks!" and walked off.

. . .

Are you a sucker for a cute smile?