Ripped Off
A friend who worked in a second hand record shop told us about a Japanese guy who regularly bought "rare" records in their shop. One time, he was looking for a signed copy of "Never Mind the Bollocks".
They didn't have one. Four people and one magic marker later, they did. Ker-ching!
How have you been ripped off? Who did you rip off? Are you a British Gas customer?
( , Thu 15 Feb 2007, 16:28)
A friend who worked in a second hand record shop told us about a Japanese guy who regularly bought "rare" records in their shop. One time, he was looking for a signed copy of "Never Mind the Bollocks".
They didn't have one. Four people and one magic marker later, they did. Ker-ching!
How have you been ripped off? Who did you rip off? Are you a British Gas customer?
( , Thu 15 Feb 2007, 16:28)
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Dodgy Scouse Conman
A few years back when I was studying for my A-levels I left college to wander home.
A rather dubious looking bloke wanders across the road and asks if I'd like to buy a CD player (this was about 14 years ago). I declined the offer but he then produces a catalogue of musical equipment and tells me that he has a bit to shift and doesn't know where to get rid of it.
Starting to suspect that he was a rip-off merchant I declined and said I was new to the area.
He then pulls out some PC components from his rather old and tattered bag and asks if I wanted to buy some PC's. The guy wasn't at all clued up on the parlence and we got chatting.
He tells me that his 'mate' is in a van and they can bring me a couple of these nicked PC's to a pub of my choice for £80.
I agree to take a look at them and tell him if they are shit he's going to be short of a sale.
We retire the to the nearest pub where he buys me a pint and he goes to the phone to call his mate. He returned shaking his head saying that his mate was worried as he'd seen a lot of old bill around and wanted to wait half hour or so.
Fine, the bloke buys me a couple more pints and heads off to the phone again. This time he comes back saying that we should go and meet the van around the back of the industrial estate and that I should have the cash on me incase I want to buy stuff.
Alarm bells start ringing, he tells me that he needs the toilet and wanders off.
I grabbed his bag of stuff and promptly fucked off at high speed. The entire electrical contents upon closer inspection were worth fuck all - but it did include his clothes, wash bag (unused) and 200 smokes.
Gave the clothes and the bag to a charity shop on the way home and kept the cigarettes.
The following week there was an article in the local rag about some Scouse conman who had ripped off 3 students in a neighbouring town. He fitted the description perfectly.
Never seen or heard of again.
( , Fri 16 Feb 2007, 14:09, Reply)
A few years back when I was studying for my A-levels I left college to wander home.
A rather dubious looking bloke wanders across the road and asks if I'd like to buy a CD player (this was about 14 years ago). I declined the offer but he then produces a catalogue of musical equipment and tells me that he has a bit to shift and doesn't know where to get rid of it.
Starting to suspect that he was a rip-off merchant I declined and said I was new to the area.
He then pulls out some PC components from his rather old and tattered bag and asks if I wanted to buy some PC's. The guy wasn't at all clued up on the parlence and we got chatting.
He tells me that his 'mate' is in a van and they can bring me a couple of these nicked PC's to a pub of my choice for £80.
I agree to take a look at them and tell him if they are shit he's going to be short of a sale.
We retire the to the nearest pub where he buys me a pint and he goes to the phone to call his mate. He returned shaking his head saying that his mate was worried as he'd seen a lot of old bill around and wanted to wait half hour or so.
Fine, the bloke buys me a couple more pints and heads off to the phone again. This time he comes back saying that we should go and meet the van around the back of the industrial estate and that I should have the cash on me incase I want to buy stuff.
Alarm bells start ringing, he tells me that he needs the toilet and wanders off.
I grabbed his bag of stuff and promptly fucked off at high speed. The entire electrical contents upon closer inspection were worth fuck all - but it did include his clothes, wash bag (unused) and 200 smokes.
Gave the clothes and the bag to a charity shop on the way home and kept the cigarettes.
The following week there was an article in the local rag about some Scouse conman who had ripped off 3 students in a neighbouring town. He fitted the description perfectly.
Never seen or heard of again.
( , Fri 16 Feb 2007, 14:09, Reply)
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