Topic: Oh humanity, seriously, fuck you.
So today I was in London looking for a new pair of shoes and some fella stops me in a street from his car. I think he's about to ask me for directions but no, it's a car dealer who says he's just sold 3 Bentleys to an Arab family and this buyer didn't want the 2 Breitling watches his boss had decided to throw in as a freebie.
You just know where this is going right?
So because he doesn't like his boss and reckons that the guy will just pocket them (as they've already been 'signed off'), he wants to get rid of them instead and lo and behold wants to sell one of the watches to me. He asks me what I could pay, I say 250 pounds, which he pretty much scoffs at. He's driving a nice expensive car and works for Bentley, which is a pretty prestigious car company, and says it's not about the money but can't really part with a watch for so low a price of its value. So I up the price to 300 and I'm pretty adamant about not paying more. He reluctantly agrees and so I go to a cash machine and hand over 300 quid. He gives me his/a telephone number so that I can contact him to buy him a Jack Daniels, owed to him for the great deal, or to refer him to friends and family who could buy a Bentley. Then a minute or so later he drives off (back to the showroom and his boss).
I know absolute shit about watches and know less about Breitlings (other than they're similar to Rolexes and are expensive), but this guy has a credible story, is friendly and chatty, and asks that I don't put it on Ebay because it might get him in trouble if his boss finds out.
I get back home and have a look on line, because now I'm thinking things over and starting to wonder. Loads of information about Breitlings and replicas/fakes. And I come to a realisation that, fuck, this thing isn't genuine. And worse, the bloody chronograph function doesn't even appear to work. It's a very pretty piece of shit (that I didn't want or need). And no-one appears to answer the phone number I was given, surprise surprise.
So upshot is that I'm out of pocket a tidy sum of money (which I can live with but isn't ideal) and my faith in mankind has taken another stumble, because fuck this guy and his con game. I really wonder about what goes on in peoples' heads sometimes, like you must know you're being a total shit. How does it not kick in at some point to stop? It's one thing to pretend to be a Nigerian prince and get a scam going via impersonal means like the internet or on ebay, but to do a full Mamet on some guy walking along?
Anyone else have similar stories of people being shits?