Weird ain't always good

So, another entry to write in the “Weird things that happen to me” journal.
I was at a restaurant with a friend, flicking through 101 Things To Do Before You Die that aforementioned friend gave to me for Christmas, when a man walks past and then comes back to our table.
He then takes the book from me, puts his glasses on and starts to read it. Next thing you know, he has his two fingers, gun stylee, against my head and says “Okay, so I’m about to blow your brains out, which five things would you do?”
I umm and aah, trying to put to the back of my mind the feeling that I’m in some strange Pacino movie with a poor cast and even poorer script. I finally say I’d like to go to Egypt to see the Pyramids at Giza.
“What if I told you I could make that happen?”
“I’d say ‘how?'”
“I’m very rich.”
“Then I’d say ‘congratulations’…I’ll certainly remember you and this conversation though.”
“You’ll remember me as the bastard who promised you cash and never delivered.”
No, I’ll remember you as the man who put an imaginary gun to my head and gave me five last wishes before threatening to blow my brains out. Five. Generous.