Got scammed at work today. It was a new one.
Old guy comes up. Obviously Appalachian mountain person (I won't go into details but you can usually tell when someone is from the mountains around here). I've seen my co-workers be really condescending to these people so I always try to be really nice and help them out. Big mistake.
He has a stack of small bills ($10s, $5s, $1s) and he wanted to trade them for 4 $20s. OK, we do this shit all the time, he claimed he had to mail the money to a relative who was getting married. If I had a choice I wouldn't do cash exchanges but it's 'world-class customer service' or some shit, and if I'd refused and he complained I would have been chewed out.
Anyway, I count out 4 $20s, place them on the counter, then place his stack next to it and begin counting. He takes the $20s (I didn't like that but what was I going to do, slap his wrist?) while I'm counting. He puts the money in a card and that into an envelope. I was watching him like a hawk. He put the money into the envelope for sure, I even asked him to take it out once so I could recount it and I put it back in MYSELF.
His cash came to $79. He said, "Oh, I'll go get the last dollar from my wife, I don't want to shortchange anyone. Here's the envelope with the $20s, I'll be right back." Fucker.
After 10 minutes I had a sinking feeling and yep, the envelope was empty. Prick must have been a fucking magician.
So I lost $80 to a scammer because I was trying to be nice. I'm not worried about getting in trouble, because I won't, we don't get in trouble for that sort of thing, only for stealing. I haven't run into a money scam in years, at the bookstore usually all we get are the people who try to return stuff they haven't bought. I'm pissed at him for taking advantage of my kindness (I could be fired over this, he doesn't know) and at myself because thinking about it now it seems so fucking obvious.
If I ever see this motherfucker again I will call security myself and smirk as they escort him out. But that's not a scam you can run more than once in any given store, so I will probably never see him again.
I hope he dies in a fire.
Old guy comes up. Obviously Appalachian mountain person (I won't go into details but you can usually tell when someone is from the mountains around here). I've seen my co-workers be really condescending to these people so I always try to be really nice and help them out. Big mistake.
He has a stack of small bills ($10s, $5s, $1s) and he wanted to trade them for 4 $20s. OK, we do this shit all the time, he claimed he had to mail the money to a relative who was getting married. If I had a choice I wouldn't do cash exchanges but it's 'world-class customer service' or some shit, and if I'd refused and he complained I would have been chewed out.
Anyway, I count out 4 $20s, place them on the counter, then place his stack next to it and begin counting. He takes the $20s (I didn't like that but what was I going to do, slap his wrist?) while I'm counting. He puts the money in a card and that into an envelope. I was watching him like a hawk. He put the money into the envelope for sure, I even asked him to take it out once so I could recount it and I put it back in MYSELF.
His cash came to $79. He said, "Oh, I'll go get the last dollar from my wife, I don't want to shortchange anyone. Here's the envelope with the $20s, I'll be right back." Fucker.
After 10 minutes I had a sinking feeling and yep, the envelope was empty. Prick must have been a fucking magician.
So I lost $80 to a scammer because I was trying to be nice. I'm not worried about getting in trouble, because I won't, we don't get in trouble for that sort of thing, only for stealing. I haven't run into a money scam in years, at the bookstore usually all we get are the people who try to return stuff they haven't bought. I'm pissed at him for taking advantage of my kindness (I could be fired over this, he doesn't know) and at myself because thinking about it now it seems so fucking obvious.
If I ever see this motherfucker again I will call security myself and smirk as they escort him out. But that's not a scam you can run more than once in any given store, so I will probably never see him again.
I hope he dies in a fire.
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