In The Name Of Fraud

, , , , , | Right | June 15, 2017

(I work behind the service desk of a grocery store that offers Western Union. For fraud protection, the max amount of money you can send to someone without requiring ID (but must require a test question) is $299.00. For the past few months, a gentleman going by the name Willis would stop in to send money to the same two people every day. He claims that both of those people do not have ID and will send the max amount. After a week of this, I sense something odd going on so I talk to my manager. She waves it off and tells me to keep sending the money. This goes on for a few months until I’m sent to a different store for some training. As I’m closing up the desk at the store I’m training at, I’m sorting through some Western Unions and notice very familiar handwriting along with a very familiar address… The only problem is that the sender is going by the name ‘Thompson.’ The next day I’m back at my old store and Willis/Thompson walks up to send more money.)

Me: “I’m sorry but I can’t send money today.”

Customer: “Why not? You had no problem before.”

Me: “Because I can’t tell if you’re Willis today or Thompson. Which is it?”

(The customer hurried out of the store. It’s been three months and I haven’t seen the man return.)

Time To Re-tire-o This Scam

, , , , , | Right | June 14, 2017

(My Spanish teacher swears this happened to her police officer husband. We aren’t sure we believe it, but… A local garage has been broken into, but the only thing missing is a tire. This happens from time to time when somebody has blown a tire but doesn’t have the money to pay for a replacement. So the officer goes cruising around the area and quickly finds two Hispanic men walking by the side of the road, one carrying a tire. He pulls over and comes to speak to them.)

Officer: “Hey there. Is that your tire?”

Man #1: “Uh, it’s his. I’m just walkin’ with him.”

Officer: “Where’d you get the tire?”

Man #1: *quickly* “Oh, he doesn’t speak English! I can… translate?”

Officer: “Okay, then… ask him where he got the tire.”

Man #1: *pause* “Where-o get-o el tire-o?”

(Man #2 stares at Man #1 in horror.)

Officer: *also staring* “Where-o… get-o… el tire-o.”

(They both got arrested.)

Getting Just For Desserts

, , , , | Working | June 12, 2017

(It is many years ago, when debit/credit cards are not used nearly as much as nowadays, and nearly all transactions are in cash. My wife and I are on vacation and have stopped between home and our destination for lunch. We have eaten at the buffet, and I am standing in line to check out. I noticed someone, who looks like a manager, running the register when we came in. He is still at the checkout desk, but he is taking the tickets at a small cashbox and making change from it. I think this is a little strange, during the rush hour with about 5-10 people in the checkout line all the time, but figure it is none of my business. After waiting in line for a few minutes, I come to the front.)

Manager: “How was your meal?”

Me: “Fine, thank you.”

Manager: “Great! Your ticket is [amount].”

Me: *handing him a twenty* “Here you go.”

(The manager takes the money, makes my change from the cashbox, and spikes my ticket on a different spike than the one next to the register, but again I’m thinking “Not my problem.”)

Manager: “Here is your change, and come again!”

Me: “Thanks!”

(I move aside so he can serve the next customer. This is a rather un-assuming fortyish man, wearing a suit, and who looks like your average accountant or middle-level manager.)

Manager: “And how was your meal, sir?”

Customer: “Fine!” *hands over cash and ticket*

(The manager makes change from the cash box, spikes ticket on the spike not at the cash register, which has several tickets spiked but nowhere near as many as the one next to the cashbox, and hands the change over to the man:)

Manager: “Here is your change, and thank you. Come again!”

(Customer takes his change, puts it in his wallet, opens his suit jacket and places his wallet in an inner pocket, and pulls out a small leather folder which he opens and shows to the manager:)

Customer: “I’m Agent [Customer] of the Georgia Department of Revenue. I need to speak to whoever is in charge today. Right now, please.”

(I have been watching the entire thing, and I involuntarily start, my jaw falls open, and I get a look on my face which evidently says “Busted!” to whoever is watching. The manager looks at the badge the agent is holding out, and deflates like a balloon. The agent turns to look at me, realizing that I have figured out what is going on, and grins a grin that just screams “Some days I just LOVE my job!” I look at him, grin in return, and do my best to make it out the door before bursting out in laughter.)

Wife: “What was that all about?”

Me: “I’ll explain in the car, but I wonder if he or they were skimming just from paying taxes or from the company as well!”

(My wife just looked at me in puzzlement, and I spent the next several miles of our trip explaining how the restaurant was shutting down the register during the busiest part of the day, doing cash only, and keeping the receipts without paying sales tax, while still charging it to their customers. Either someone reported them, or they just had the bad luck of a revenue agent eating lunch there and catching them red-handed!)

Should Have Got A Coke Zero

, , , , | Right | June 8, 2017

(A guy in his early twenties comes to our smoothie shop which is located in a busy mall.)

Me: “Hi, what can I get for you today?”

Customer: *looking around suspiciously and sniffing* “Yeah, just get me one of those strawberry drinks. Large.”

(We have several strawberry drinks, but I see that he’s looking at a picture of one of our most popular drinks.)

Me: “Is that the [Strawberry Drink] you’re looking for?”

Customer: *pulling up his hood and rocking back and forth* “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

Me: “Sure thing. Did you want any boosters with that?” *our boosters are a blend of vitamins in powder form that we add to our drinks*

Customer: “No.”

(I make his drink and hand it to him.)

Me: “That will be $5.75, please.”

(The customer then takes out a small baggy with white powder in it, keeping it close to his body. He lowers his voice.)

Customer: “Oh, yeah… put this in it.”

(The customer is now looking around shifting his gaze.)

Me: “I’m sorry; I can’t add anything that does not belong to our company.”

(The customer becomes agitated.)

Customer: “WHY NOT?!”

Me: “Well, for instance, what if that is cocaine?”

(The customer BOLTS down the mall, bumping into two older ladies who are shopping.)

Next Customer: “Wow, that wasn’t suspicious at all…”

Providing A Good(s) Service

, , , | Right | June 7, 2017

(I’m on a bus. It’s quiet early in the morning and raining quite hard. It’s not a nice day. A young man walks onto the bus via the second set of doors and sits down without paying. He is wearing headphones. The bus driver has noticed.)

Driver: *in Eastern European accent* “You have to buy a ticket.”

(The man does not move, but smirks a little.)

Driver: “This bus goes nowhere until you buy ticket.”

(Again the man ignores the driver, smirking. This goes on for about two more minutes until the bus driver gets fed up. He gets out of his cab and walks towards the man. At this point, you realise the bus driver is 6’6” and built like a brick outhouse — not someone you would want to mess with. He looms over the man, who is now looking at his phone intensely, ignoring the driver.)

Driver: “These people are busy. I don’t have time to deal with you. Ticket. Now.”

(The man still ignores the driver, so the driver reaches out and takes the wireless headphones off the man.)

Passenger: “Hey!”

Driver: “Where I come from, people who cannot afford to pay for services pay with goods. This is your ticket now.”

(The driver went and sat back down in his cab, taking the headphones with him. The young man looked sheepish and got up to retrieve his headphones and pay for a ticket, but was instead thrown off the bus for “Being a poor example of mankind” by the driver who got applause for not taking any s***. The man did get his headphones back.)

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