I was dealing blackjack and I had pair of young women at my table. They were friends and we were having a great time laughing and sharing stories together. Well, I asked the blond on the right what she did for a living and she said she was an F.B.I. agent. Then she told me story after story about all of these incredible cases she had; acting tough as she told them. I was a little suspicious of her because when I was a child, one of my dad’s friends was an F.B.I. agent, and I would look at his badge and listen to his stories all the time. Her stories sounded nothing like his, a little far-fetched if you ask me. “Can I see your badge?” I asked. She told me, “I’m only allowed to show my badge if I arrested you.” “Uh, huh” was the only thing I could reply with. After 10 minutes she got up to go to the bathroom. This was the perfect time to find out what the truth was, so I asked her friend, “Is she really an F.B.I. agent? She doesn’t seem like it.” Her friend started laughing and told me, “No, she’s not an F.B.I. agent. When we were on the flight up here we decided to make up a new character for ourselves. That was the character she made up.” “Oh, ok. So what does she really do then?” I asked a little curious. “Oh, that… She’s a stripper” the friend replied nonchalantly.