A lot of us work towards an honest living. We put in 8-plus hours per day at a desk in some office building, begging for the day to be over before it even begins. We stare aimlessly at a computer screen or talk all day to dumb ass customers, or push papers for some Bill Lumbergh-looking motherfucker trying to confiscate our red stapler and move our desk to the basement.
Remember being a kid, and how you couldn’t wait to be grown? Remember your parents saying “Enjoy your youth. Don’t rush to be grown?” This grown-up shit is for the birds. All that hard work you put in, and you still end up forking over a good chunk of your paycheck to pay bills, outstanding balances, past due accounts and overdue loans. So when a “get rich quick” opportunity comes along, of course we’re going to be curious; who doesn’t want to make their $100 turn into $800 in a few hours? I’m not knocking the “Blessing Loom” pyramid scheme, but don’t call it a “blessing.”
Or a “group investment.”
Or “paying it forward.”
Because it’s not any of those things. Call this spade a spade, people. This ain’t nothing but a good ole fashioned SCAM!!
One of my really good friends who I’ve known for almost 15 years is well-versed in scams and con-artistry; it’s in his blood. Several of his family members are old-school grifters and matchstick men who, to this day, are still pulling scams on good-natured, unsuspecting people. There’s a time-tested con he told me about called the “pigeon-drop” that involved a nicely-dressed con man approaching a senior citizen outside a bank. The con man would flash a phony badge, claiming to be a police detective investigating the bank for using counterfeit money. He’d tell the senior citizen that he needed their help to confirm the bank is giving out fake bills and instruct them to withdraw the max amount from their account in certain bills and bring the cash back to the “detective.” Once the elderly person came back with the money, the con man would inspect the bills, falsely identify them as fake and rush into the bank, as if to bust the tellers involved. All he would really do once he got inside the bank, was find a rear exit and walk out the back door, with the individual that had been conned left outside, wondering what just happened to all the money they just gave to the “detective.”
Race to the top of that pyramid while you can, though. Because somebody’s not going to get the $800 they were promised. Then they’ll realize the person who brought them into the pyramid doesn’t exist, or has them blocked on social media, and feel extra stupid about believing in the latest version of a scam people have been running for decades.
Don’t laugh, because it might just be you who’s out $100.
“It’s nothing to me, I got plenty money!”
Oh. Alrighty then.
Since you have “plenty money,” you could be donating some of it to a worthy cause this holiday season. You could be investing it into a small business venture that can make a real difference in our community. You could tuck that “plenty money” in the mattress and save it for a future endeavor you’ve had your eye on as a reward for the aforementioned hard work you put in each day.
You’d rather get “pigeon-dropped.”