Scam-Scam-Scam
So tonight someone tried to de-fraud my bank account, or more specifically get me to de-fraud my own bank account.
It was amusing and typical in that same way people always seem to try harder when you're willing to listen.
So I'm out smoking a cigarette and just listenning to my iPod bopping around to Destruction VIP, doing that crazy walk where you walk with your knees bent, and you jut your chin forward as though you're trying to re-gurgitate a hairball. But hey that's how I bounce to my tunes, and well music is made to enjoy actively, not passively in my mind.
In a nutshell, it musta looked pretty stupid to anyone except for me, so I assume Mr. Scammie musta took one look at me at though: "there's the mark!"
He comes up to me, and tells me his story:
"Hey man, I'm from Burnaby, BC, and I was partying at the Phoenix last week and I lost my id my bank card everything..."
Me:
"I ain't got no money man"
Him:
"That's Ok, I don't want any money just let me finish"
So SCAM is already flashing in my head in big red letters but I figure the longer I keep him tied up, the less likely he is to be scamming someone else, and besides now I have something to write in my livejournal, and possibly in my memoirs when I'm rich and famous.
Me:
"Uh alright"
Him:
"So I called my boss and he said he couldn't do the direct deposit because I wasn't there. You know what direct deposit is right?"
So I'm thinking at this point that this guy must think I'm a total moron, but whatever he's giving me some entertainment I otherwise would never get at this hour so I continue listenning.
Him:
"What I was thinking was that maybe I could sign over my cheque to you, and you could give me the money"
Me:
"um"
Him:
"You'd really be helping me out, I'm stuck here, and I have to get back home"
At this point I'm thinking that well if this is true, and you came here and didn't get a ticket back home you're kind of a moron and second of all who carries all their ID on them when they're travelling anyways leave it at the hotel man. Where in case you were dumb enough to get completely wasted out of home territory, and lost all your shit, then you'd have stuff at the hotel to cover your ass with.
Just a thought.
So now I have to think of some excuse to not give away my bank info.
Him:
"You have a bank account right?"
Me:
"Sorta"
Him:
"What do you mean sorta?"
At this point I finally figure out my excuse.
Me:
"Um they over paid me so it's locked into over draft and I can't use it, you'd lose your cheque."
Him:
"Oh that's too bad, you're sure"
Me:
"yup"
So the minute I go back to finish my cigarette and bop around some more to my music, cause I love bouncing around in the middle of the night like a spastic monkey, I see him go tie up someone else with his pseudo sob story.
Maybe I'll download or rent "The Grifters" at some point in the near future.
It was amusing and typical in that same way people always seem to try harder when you're willing to listen.
So I'm out smoking a cigarette and just listenning to my iPod bopping around to Destruction VIP, doing that crazy walk where you walk with your knees bent, and you jut your chin forward as though you're trying to re-gurgitate a hairball. But hey that's how I bounce to my tunes, and well music is made to enjoy actively, not passively in my mind.
In a nutshell, it musta looked pretty stupid to anyone except for me, so I assume Mr. Scammie musta took one look at me at though: "there's the mark!"
He comes up to me, and tells me his story:
"Hey man, I'm from Burnaby, BC, and I was partying at the Phoenix last week and I lost my id my bank card everything..."
Me:
"I ain't got no money man"
Him:
"That's Ok, I don't want any money just let me finish"
So SCAM is already flashing in my head in big red letters but I figure the longer I keep him tied up, the less likely he is to be scamming someone else, and besides now I have something to write in my livejournal, and possibly in my memoirs when I'm rich and famous.
Me:
"Uh alright"
Him:
"So I called my boss and he said he couldn't do the direct deposit because I wasn't there. You know what direct deposit is right?"
So I'm thinking at this point that this guy must think I'm a total moron, but whatever he's giving me some entertainment I otherwise would never get at this hour so I continue listenning.
Him:
"What I was thinking was that maybe I could sign over my cheque to you, and you could give me the money"
Me:
"um"
Him:
"You'd really be helping me out, I'm stuck here, and I have to get back home"
At this point I'm thinking that well if this is true, and you came here and didn't get a ticket back home you're kind of a moron and second of all who carries all their ID on them when they're travelling anyways leave it at the hotel man. Where in case you were dumb enough to get completely wasted out of home territory, and lost all your shit, then you'd have stuff at the hotel to cover your ass with.
Just a thought.
So now I have to think of some excuse to not give away my bank info.
Him:
"You have a bank account right?"
Me:
"Sorta"
Him:
"What do you mean sorta?"
At this point I finally figure out my excuse.
Me:
"Um they over paid me so it's locked into over draft and I can't use it, you'd lose your cheque."
Him:
"Oh that's too bad, you're sure"
Me:
"yup"
So the minute I go back to finish my cigarette and bop around some more to my music, cause I love bouncing around in the middle of the night like a spastic monkey, I see him go tie up someone else with his pseudo sob story.
Maybe I'll download or rent "The Grifters" at some point in the near future.