Teach me...

[I_Hate_SCs]

I'm evil like that, but I'd hand his "card" to the police and make a report.

And I'm sure the fool's real name, address and phone number is on the phony card to aid the police!

[JLRodgers]

....I don't think that's how the banks operate.

I'd think they would hire a locksmith to change the locks if anything.

[persephone]

I'm evil like that, but I'd hand his "card" to the police and make a report.

I don't think that's evil. He wants someone to teach him how to break into houses. I've never done forclosures, obviously, but somehow, I don't think that's how the banks operate.

[El Pollo Guerrera]

The first thing I thought of when I read that was this...

Me: "Do you see that sign on the wall there?"
* points to a blank spot on the wall behind the counter, close to the ceiling and to the side *
* CS looks *
CS: "What sign?"
Me: "Oh there's no sign... I just wanted to make sure the camera got a good picture..."

[Bliss]

I'm evil like that, but I'd hand his "card" to the police and make a report.

[Linda]

I get the same. People ask me all the time if the "key man" is in.
"Never mind sweetheart - I'll pop back when the key man is in to help me."

Good luck with that...there's me and a trainee. And that's it for staff. If you speak to the trainee he's going to look at y completely blankly and hand the key to me for cutting. And yes, it will work, even though a GIRL has cut it.

[JLRodgers]

I wonder what's worse.... that he assumed a woman couldn't know how to do that type of thing -- or that once he found out you did he assumed you just wanted him to flirt with you to get the info he wanted.

[It shouldn't]

Random guy I've never seen before walks into locksmiths shop:

Me: How may I help you?
RG: I need to talk to a locksmiths
Me: Yeeessss??
RG:......
Me:.......
RG: I need to talk to a locksmith about tools
Me: What kind of tools?
RG: I need to talk to a LOCKSMITH about tools and how to use them
(Side note: I'm female)
Me: I am able to help with that
RG: No, I need to talk to a LOCKSMITH!
Me: I AM a LOCKSMITH

* Insert more dribble about how he needs to talk a locksmith that KNOWS about locksmithing tools, blah, blah, blah......
So he finally deigns a lowly female to maybe know a little bit about locksmithing and comes out with this BS

RG: I work with banks doing foreclosures. I have to go into houses, change the locks and winterize plumbing, etc. I need to buy break in tools and have the locksmith teach me how to use them.
Me: Uhmmm... NO. We can't do that.
RG: WHY NOT???? You are just jealous and don't want me taking business away from you.
Me: We can't do that, because I have no Idea who you are and we are not teaching random strangers how to break into houses and supplying them with tools.
RG: I have a legit business, here is one of my cards
*hands me card that is obviously home made and printed on regular paper, not even card stock*
Me: ........
RG: I want to talk to your boss!
Me: You'll have to leave a message, he's not in right now.
RG: So how do you get into houses???
Me: I pick the lock!
Rg: Seee, that's all I wanna learn, sweetie.
Me: Would you like to leave a message for the boss?
RG: Just show me real quick, hon!
Me: Would you like to leave a message for the boss?
RG: You don't have to be like that. I won't tell anybody who showed me
Me: Would you like to leave a message for the boss?

There were a few more attempts at "sweet talking" me <gag> before my friend, the 6ft 200lb maintenance guy for the local business park walked in and RG decided to beat feet.