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I'm in the kitchen eating breakfast, and I hear several LOUD knocks/slams on the front door. Cue my opening the door with a, "what the hell did that poor door ever do to you?" face.
As soon as I open the door, two guys about my age are standing on the front steps. They're part of the outfit that comes door-to-door supposedly selling magazines to benefit the military and band fund at my former HS (which didn't exist when I graduated). Okay, whatever. I listen to their sales pitch a while, and they make me feel completely awkward. My red flags were already rising at that point, until they said something that sent every rising red flag right to the top of the pole: apparently they graduated from my high school the same year I graduated, but I'd never seen them before. You'd think I'd remember someone who graduated in my class with a name so close to mine walking the stage at graduation, right? I thought I was going through major memory loss.
Something deep inside me told me I wasn't completely crazy, so I came back inside with their "business card" and sat down at my computer. You see, I was an editor on my HS yearbook staff for my entire HS career. Part of those editorial duties was running about 25-30 index runs per year as names were added to the yearbook. Naturally, I had about 120 different index runs to check, but I only checked the final drafts from each year. Those were really the only important ones since those would've been the ones we sent off to be published.
I opened up each of the final runs I had, brought up the "Find" command, and typed each of their names in the search field one at a time. Nothing. I checked the "Not Pictured" section of the index to see if I could find them. Again, nothing. Since my HS was pretty much an "everyone knows everyone" environment, I now knew for sure my original suspicions were correct.
I grimaced at this point because local law enforcement is worthless as a golden turd, but I knew I had to tip them off about this. Even if they did nothing, I knew it would make me feel better having said something. I called them up, stated my case, and explained to them what I'd done to come to this conclusion. Much to my surprise, a cop is in the neighborhood no more than five minutes later. I happen to glance back out the window a minute or two later, and both guys are cuffed.
Since this is a predominantly elderly neighborhood (most of our neighbors are over 65), who knows how many of the people living around here who would have been manipulated due to their trusting nature I saved from being scammed?
And here I thought I'd already told you guys every exciting story I had...
This is proof that you should always trust your first instinct!
As soon as I open the door, two guys about my age are standing on the front steps. They're part of the outfit that comes door-to-door supposedly selling magazines to benefit the military and band fund at my former HS (which didn't exist when I graduated). Okay, whatever. I listen to their sales pitch a while, and they make me feel completely awkward. My red flags were already rising at that point, until they said something that sent every rising red flag right to the top of the pole: apparently they graduated from my high school the same year I graduated, but I'd never seen them before. You'd think I'd remember someone who graduated in my class with a name so close to mine walking the stage at graduation, right? I thought I was going through major memory loss.
Something deep inside me told me I wasn't completely crazy, so I came back inside with their "business card" and sat down at my computer. You see, I was an editor on my HS yearbook staff for my entire HS career. Part of those editorial duties was running about 25-30 index runs per year as names were added to the yearbook. Naturally, I had about 120 different index runs to check, but I only checked the final drafts from each year. Those were really the only important ones since those would've been the ones we sent off to be published.
I opened up each of the final runs I had, brought up the "Find" command, and typed each of their names in the search field one at a time. Nothing. I checked the "Not Pictured" section of the index to see if I could find them. Again, nothing. Since my HS was pretty much an "everyone knows everyone" environment, I now knew for sure my original suspicions were correct.
I grimaced at this point because local law enforcement is worthless as a golden turd, but I knew I had to tip them off about this. Even if they did nothing, I knew it would make me feel better having said something. I called them up, stated my case, and explained to them what I'd done to come to this conclusion. Much to my surprise, a cop is in the neighborhood no more than five minutes later. I happen to glance back out the window a minute or two later, and both guys are cuffed.
Since this is a predominantly elderly neighborhood (most of our neighbors are over 65), who knows how many of the people living around here who would have been manipulated due to their trusting nature I saved from being scammed?
And here I thought I'd already told you guys every exciting story I had...
This is proof that you should always trust your first instinct!
Good on you for not saying anything and tipping off the police instead!
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