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30 Something Baby Doc

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

ATM Con Job

The other day I drove to an ATM on the westside of town to get cash for a haircut. I had just left work, so I was still wearing my scrubs. I noticed a young woman who appeared to be in her early 20's. I think I only noticed her because she was looking at me. She appeared slightly disheveled with wild frizzy hair. She appeared to be leaving the ATM and then proceeded to sit in a parked car with another female. I thought it was odd because they were both just sitting in the car (not driving away and not conversing) just staring at the ATM's.

I went to the ATM , put in my card, typed in my PIN and requested 60 bucks. As is reached to get my cash, I heard a voice behind me (directed to me) saying " Excuse me sir! Excuse me sir, could you help give me directions to the interstate ?"

I made sure I completed my transaction before I turned around to respond to her. I got my cash and patiently wait to retrieve my card. I then turned around to help her. I gave her detailed directions to the interstate, but she somehow seemed uninterested in what I was saying. She thanked me for my help and then got into the car and drove away with her friend.

As I got into my truck I realized that she was likely watching me while I typed in my PIN #. Then came up behind me abruptly and asked for directions in the middle of my transaction hoping to distract me so I would leave my card in the machine. Then she would have my card and my PIN#.

Better luck next time:-) (Mom always taught me to end one task before starting another)


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