There was a local scam around here using our priests email, sent out to members of the parish asking for itune gift cards.
Unfortunately, some people fell for it.
Unfortunately, some people fell for it.
Yep. We had our local priest make an announcement after Mass that he would never ask for a gift card from anyone after several parish members asked him about the gift cards...There was a local scam around here using our priests email, sent out to members of the parish asking for itune gift cards.
Unfortunately, some people fell for it.
Our priest refuses to have an email account - I like my religion to be traditional and sometimes I think the Amish might be on to something by shunning modern technology. I always see them on the train when I take the sleeper car from NYC to Florida and boy can they rock a beard.Yep. We had our local priest make an announcement after Mass that he would never ask for a gift card from anyone after several parish members asked him about the gift cards...
But those Gallifreyan princes.... Amirite?I think the Nigerian Prince has been released from prison; I had an email from him this morning!
Obviously I marked it junk and deleted my junk folder contents pronto; but I hadn't seen one of these for a good number of years. The others that have been mentioned in this thread - strange women, strange job offers, fishing scams from 'my' bank (never realised I had accounts with so many banks around the world!), gift card scams allegedly from major Australian retailers - I get all of those continuosly (but fortunately very few get through my junk/scam filters).
The ones I'm getting are weird. Regular emails addressed with my first name asking to meet or just a greeting. No sexual hints or anything. Some are just: "[my name], hello!". Or: "[my name] can you meet me near xxx" I'm wondering what's the goal here? What are they trying to gain from this?All I get in my junk folder are hundreds of emails a week from attractive woman who want to meet me and **** the hell out of me.
Some of the worst!
Yeah I mean silver lining. You know it's shit and horrible but people being able to steal like that means less people get robbed in person and with weapons and with a direct chance of violence. In a weird way that's actually a form of progress. And people can blame themselves when they get mugged too. I've known people who somehow convinced themselves they shouldn't have been such a coward they didn't even know if the gun was loaded. Or they blame themselves because they knew they shouldn't have gone down that street.Really? The results of falling for a scam can leave deep scars because the victim may blame himself.
The Australian version of that is calls claiming to come from the ATO (Aussie Tax Office) - now is tax time so it's getting to peak junk call. However their approach is to get you pay your 'fine' or 'penalty charge' or even 'tax bill' using gift cards! Yeah, right. Presumably some people must fall for it despite all the warnings every year from the ATO that they don't make calls like this and they certainly would ask you to a bill through a gift card!My favorite is when I get a phone call from person with a middle-east accent claiming to be from the IRS threatening me that if I don't make a payment over the phone that my accounts will be seized. Then, there the scammers that state they can lower my credit card interest rate and want my card number. My standard response to them all is that they can kiss my a__!
the best one of those I got was on Facebook that sticks with me. She told me that she saw my profile pic and thought I had a sexy body. Well the only profile pic I had ever had on facebook at that point was this silly collage I made. It had this guys face glued over a dogs body. It was hilarious actually mainly because the guy is really excited and happy. But the point is the only way she looked at my profile pic is if she's openly into dogs.I've been getting emails from foreign "women" asking to meet up or asking my location (one even named a city close to me). Weird thing. Obviously I never replied.