Scams, schemes, and just any other activity that looks to take advantage of unsuspecting and trusting folks are everywhere. And that's even more true today as our finances are easily accessible online. We can release money whenever and wherever we want. That also means that we could be taken advantage of whenever and wherever.
I also know that the coins, cryptocurrency coins that we are supporting today are dubbed "scams" by people from the outside. And we can't blame them because we all know that there are tons of bogus projects and scams in the blockchain too. And these scams aren't new. Here's a story wherein coins are used to manipulate and scam people out of their hard-earned money.
What a fine day it was in the city. I decided to take a walk along the bustling streets of the business district. It's fascinating to see and to look at the skyscrapers and the ambitious buildings left and right. The sun was just right, it was not too hot, and it was not too humid that it allows you to pace around and about without the hindrance of an umbrella and the hovering clouds.
I put my hands in my pocket and I was able to feel some loose change inside. And then I decided to phone up a friend if she was available and walked up to a payphone near a fountain. I grabbed the telephone receiver and placed it on my ear and was supported by my shoulder. I inserted the corresponding coins into the slot and then dialed the number.
Hearing the ringing of the phone from the other side sends tingles to my bones and I was elated when I heard my buddy's voice speak up when she picked up the phone from the other line. At that time I was just thinking about how wonderful of an invention the telephone is. Just imagine, how much time I have saved by just walking up to a payphone instead of going to and from her place. It feels like magic talking to a person who was miles apart and hearing them loud and clear through this phone.
"Hey. Are you free to go out? Let's meet up at the pub on 8th street."
"Drinking again, really? At this hour of the day?" she snapped at me.
"What? Are you out?" I asked her teasingly.
"Of course, I'm in you idiot. I'll be there in a couple of hours. It's your treat damn it." she said and the line went dead with a succession of beeps.
With some coins in my pocket, I was able to talk to a friend that was living a few miles from where I was. It's amazing. Everything's looking up for the '80s.
I decided to phone another again and did the same routine. He picked up on the other side and we were talking about the game we're gonna see tomorrow. As I was talking on the phone, there was this guy that walked up to me and held me in my arms.
I turned over to my side to look up at the guy and he was evidently drunk. His disheveled clothing hinted to me that he was a homeless guy. He was holding some small coins in his right hand and a deposit slip and an envelope in his left hand.
He was continuously tagging at my shirt against my plead of waiting for a minute. I hung up the phone and talked to him. And he told me an interesting story.
He told me that he picked up the envelope on the side of the street. And inside was the deposit slip with Dr. Eric Stone on the name. Alongside the slip were the neatly and individually packed coins. From an untrained eye, they looked like old but well-preserved coins.
He implored me to help him give the coins back to this Dr. Stone. He said that they looked really valuable and he must bring them back to Dr. Stone at all cost.
I looked at my surroundings and once again observed the guy. I did not feel any sense of danger or harm from the scenario and it allowed me to feel a little bit helpful.
I agreed to phone Dr. Stone and we dialed the number. A few rings and I was connected to a guy with a deep and dignified voice. I told him the situation since the guy adamantly refused to talk to the Dr. over the phone. The Dr. in turned thanked me repeatedly and told me how much those coins would really cost. Apparently, in total, those coins cost a total of $1000.
Dr. Stone was thanking me endlessly and he suggested that I just give the guy $100 for his troubles and I bring him the coins myself and he'll pay me handsomely.
After the phone conversation, I felt a bit guilty about taking advantage of the poor guy and I explained it to him. He shrugged and he was insistent that he was okay with that. And since I was already feeling good I gave him a hundred bucks that I withdrew from the bank and sent the guy away. It really felt good doing a good deed while making some money on the side.
I went to the address of Dr. Stone on the upper east side and I was immediately mesmerized by the facade of the building where he lived. I was met by the doorman and I asked for Dr. Stone. He shook his head and then I asked for a Mr. Stone. And just like his first response, he shook his head and then he added.
"There's no Dr. Stone here. I am afraid that you have been a victim of a scam."
"Scam? Me? What are you talking about?"
"You're not the first one to look for him here in this building, let me guess, you have some coins to return to him right?"
"Oh my, you're..."
And with that, I realized what had just happened. I was a fool. I was played like a fiddle by that guy and his accomplice. They had me. And now I was $100 poorer.
My friend and I talked about it over drinks and she was laughing right at my face.
Sometimes, good intentions when mixed with greed or ulterior motives could bring you a whole lot of misfortunes.
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