Scammers seem to be
everywhere.
“hello
Hello???
How are you doing?
Where are you
located?"
He seems to be
following a script.
“Are you married?
How many children do
you have?
I’m a widower with
only one kid.
My wife died of
cancer when my daughter was young.”
There’s always a
terrible story.
Hopefully that part
is untrue.
“What’s your
favorite color?
What’s your
favorite food?
What religion are
you?”
Like he’s actually
interested.
Like these questions
are relevant,
now exploiting my
ingrained etiquette.
“What do you do
for a living?
What do you drive?
Do you own a house,
or rent?”
A few moments later
he asks something
again,
having not read my
responses,
trying to get to the
end,
weasel into my
sympathies,
judge me for my
answers,
reprimand with
reproach, to
make me second guess
myself,
elaborate, justify,
get emotional,
and prove I am a
good person,
by agreeing to help
with some time
sensitive tragedy.
What if this is
actually true?
What if he really
does need help?
Am I being a bad
person?
No.
Not just no,
but an emphatic NO!
You can’t send me
money.
You can’t have my
bank account number.
You say it won’t
cost me anything,
that I’ll be
helping my brother.
YOU ARE A LIAR.
by:
Paula D. Nevison
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