I Needed a Change
This morning I popped my yellow winter coat and red stocking cap that I have been wearing for my walk, into the laundry. Enough. I pulled out my pink winter coat and a white stocking cap and headed out for the walk. I needed a change that would put winter out of my mind. I felt like an Easter egg. My nose still got cold.
We have a neighbor to the south of us. Bob is younger than I am. He lives alone with his Beagle dog. The poor dog has never been able to be outside without a leash on his neck. Pretty sad. There have been wellness checks on him from time to time by the city police. After this afternoon, I know he is a vulnerable adult.
The doorbell rang and as I opened the door to him, he began telling me he had good news. Dennis and I were going to each get a brand new car. Bob was going to get a new car. He handed me an envelope. It had $1,500 in it. He said he had his envelope with $1,500 in it. He began rattling off that all we needed was to go to a Walmart and purchase ‘x’ number of gift cards with this cash, call a phone number to give them a code from the cards . . . etc, etc. The cars were already loaded ready to be transported and in two days we would get the money back and have each a new car.
It took me a long time to close him down long enough to explain to him that this was a scam. He wouldn’t buy it. I got out of him where he banked and he told me the same place he had just come from after getting all the cash for the envelopes. I handed him back the cash. I think I did convince him to go back to the bank and have them check this out as their computers were really good. Whether he did it or not, I do not know. I did call the bank and yes, he had just been in there pulling out cash. I asked the gal to please explain to Bob what a hoax this was . . . if he came back. At this time I have no idea if he was convinced or if he found someone else to give free new cars to. This scam was just on the news and Bob was walking through this point by point just as how the media had been warning. Sad. What an experience.
Dennis and I commented to each other that it was a good thing he and I were watching each other’s back. I agreed. Even living in our little old farm community town, the wolves are beckoning at the front door.
On a brighter note, Dennis had been watching his television in the patio porch. A commercial that had come on spurred him to ask me if I wanted to go for a pickup ride with him. I closed down what I had been doing and away we went. Dennis had seen the DQ commercial of the cherry dipped cones and that is just where we went. He had his cherry treat and I had a plain cone. My, oh my . . . quite the life on Stauffer Avenue.