I've had a couple.
First one came along when me and a friend decided that the fastest way to move out was to move in together. Thus began the search. We found a place in a good area that had good public transport and services nearby. Rent? About 600? if I recall correctly. It was fully furnished and looked amazing. Me and my friend were optimistic, but it all looked too good to be true.
Needless to say, it was. The only way to contact the person renting the pad was via e-mail. A very weird sounding address. The owner of said address spoke English (We live in Finland) and requested a deposit up-front to be paid to one of those MoneyPak-style sites. Needless to say we didn't contact them further.
Then there was something that happened to me last year, in late-August. I was doing my civil service when an old classmate called me asking if I wanted to make some cash on the side. Now this is a guy I've had no contact with in years, so I was already more suspicious than curious, but I agreed to hear him out. He told me to meet him at a hotel conference room downtown at 6:00pm. I didn't really want to but I went anyway.
Once inside, with another guy my classmate had called plus a bunch of assholes in cheap suits and some gold-digger looking people aged 20-55, some asswipe with a shit-eating grin asks us: "Who wants to be rich?". He proceeds to tell us how the cappucino machine business is just waiting to boom in Finland and how, by buying one of their machines and subscribing (yes, subscribing) to their capsules for 250? + 50?/month, we can tap into this emerging market and make more than 10.000? a month! How? Simple! By recruiting more people by selling more machines.
I already had them pegged the minute I sat down, but by then it was clear. My old classmate had been suckered into a goddamn, good old-fashioned pyramid scheme and after noticing that he'd basically just thrown his money down the drain, was trying to recoup his losses by trying to play me like a putz. We stopped for a short recess and our host "really wanted us back for the second part". I was outta there, said I'd sleep on it.
He called the next day. I said I wasn't interested.
First one came along when me and a friend decided that the fastest way to move out was to move in together. Thus began the search. We found a place in a good area that had good public transport and services nearby. Rent? About 600? if I recall correctly. It was fully furnished and looked amazing. Me and my friend were optimistic, but it all looked too good to be true.
Needless to say, it was. The only way to contact the person renting the pad was via e-mail. A very weird sounding address. The owner of said address spoke English (We live in Finland) and requested a deposit up-front to be paid to one of those MoneyPak-style sites. Needless to say we didn't contact them further.
Then there was something that happened to me last year, in late-August. I was doing my civil service when an old classmate called me asking if I wanted to make some cash on the side. Now this is a guy I've had no contact with in years, so I was already more suspicious than curious, but I agreed to hear him out. He told me to meet him at a hotel conference room downtown at 6:00pm. I didn't really want to but I went anyway.
Once inside, with another guy my classmate had called plus a bunch of assholes in cheap suits and some gold-digger looking people aged 20-55, some asswipe with a shit-eating grin asks us: "Who wants to be rich?". He proceeds to tell us how the cappucino machine business is just waiting to boom in Finland and how, by buying one of their machines and subscribing (yes, subscribing) to their capsules for 250? + 50?/month, we can tap into this emerging market and make more than 10.000? a month! How? Simple! By recruiting more people by selling more machines.
I already had them pegged the minute I sat down, but by then it was clear. My old classmate had been suckered into a goddamn, good old-fashioned pyramid scheme and after noticing that he'd basically just thrown his money down the drain, was trying to recoup his losses by trying to play me like a putz. We stopped for a short recess and our host "really wanted us back for the second part". I was outta there, said I'd sleep on it.
He called the next day. I said I wasn't interested.
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