Anyone else had this?
Last night bout 9pm, tap at the window (it's a groundfloor flat, not Salem's Lot). I open the floor and there's a young chap there, who starts telling me he's been visiting friends on my street but his car has broken down, honest, he can show me the keys, and he has to get back to Chingford and has checked with the station and needs £6.50.
There are obvious flaws in this story.
Of course, I gave him all my money.
He was quite affable, but thought other people in the area should know about this. Shame, really, as I don't get many visitors
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Was getting out of a cab outside house after a late night in work one night last week (10pm-ish) when he came up the street to stop me before I got in the door of the house. Almost exact same story, except his car had been clamped not broken down and the clamping office was closed when he rang ("honest, i can show you the car up the road"). Nice touch was that his car was a Porsche! Again he need £6.50 to get somewhere. Figured it was a con but, like you said he was perfectly affable so gave him the change from my cab which was in my hand, about £1.50
Seems a lucrative con. It's all about his demeanour. WAs massively thankful even for the £1.50 and went off down the road to find the rest happy as larry.
Why £6.50 I wonder? Has he discovered that this is the maximum amount that someone might actually give him in whole. Have just pictured him putting a load of public survey and statistical analysis into the development of his con... :)
Tried to describe what somebody looked like and suddenly wished I hadn't. How weird is that?! I'm half tempted to start a conversation on the minefield this somehow has become for a normal, right thinking person but 1) that, in itself, would be a minefield and 2) I'm shattered, so...
For the avoidance of doubt, that was directed at you, not a replacement for my "chill" which stands! (never sure if the subtlety of my brilliant, almost Wildean wit comes across in text) :)
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a few months ago someone stopped my boyfriend on lennox road at about 4am, and gave a little chat about having no petrol and needing to run back to the petrol station to pick some up, he even had a little oil can in his hand. elaborate con, or the truth?
then we got thinking where on earth is the nearest petrol station?
p.s. as you all want to know, he was white, and essex-ish.
p.p.s. i was also visited by mrs williams last year and i gave her three twenty pees.