My husband and I were going to the gym last Friday morning and listening to the radio when we heard this story:
Tigard police say two men dressed as security guards fooled a pair of bank customers into giving them deposits.
What these crooks did was dress up as security guards, wearing uniforms, badges and guns. Then they put a sign on the night deposit slot that read, “Out of Service” and offered to take the deposits for the customers who stopped to drop them off.
Evidently they fooled two bank customers into giving them their deposits.
The radio show called those customers “bone heads” because HELLO, how can a SLOT be out of order?
At first, my husband and I were laughing, and then I said, “Wait a sec. I think I might have fallen for that.” Yeah, it’s stupid, but picture this. You’ve been working all day, dealing with the usual crap and difficult people, and now all you want to do is get home! You have one last stop to make, the one you do every night–drop off the day’s money at the bank.
Two security guards are standing there. They are friendly, and tell you the slot is out of order, but they’d be happy to help. They ask you to make sure the money is safely sealed in the envelop, they carefully fill out a receipt, they make it all so professional…
You give them the money and, glad to have your day over, go home.
I might have fallen for it. With the authentic looking uniforms, and the fact that I instinctively trust cops (yeah, I know they security isn’t cops, but the uniform is playing psychological games with us), I think it’s possible I would have been one of those bone heads.
It’s kind of embarrassing actually since I consider myself pretty saavy. A couple years ago a detective came to the house to talk to my grown son (about a court case he was a witness in, nothing he did wrong!) and even though he actually looked familiar to me, I asked to see ID. It turned out that I did know him, that we had friends in common and yes, he was a detective. But I’m careful. The detective was more than happy to show me his ID, by the way.
But in this case, given the right circumstances and end-of-the-day exhaustion, I might have been a bone head. What about you all?