Con Man at Waterfront

White kid, about 25, medium height and build, spiky blond hair and a single earring, wearing jeans and generic university shirt, walking down M St SW across from Waterfront/SEU Metro station. He’s just hanging up a cellphone as he calls to me, “Hey, do you speak English?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Oh, thank God. I live right behind the Safeway, and my dad is in Salisbury, Maryland. He’s dying, and I need-”

I interrupt. “Right.”

“Did you say, ‘right’?”

“Find someone else to grift.”

I walk off towards the Metro. (In retrospect I probably shoudln’t have turned my back on him; no idea if he was packing.) He yells, “Well, God bless you. I hope you have a good evening!”

I just repeat over my shoulder, “Find someone else to grift.”

Thank you, LOST. You have taught me well.

Comments

  1. Steven Andrew Miller says:

    In retrospect I probably shoudln’t have turned my back on him; no idea if he was packing.

    Con men, generally speaking, don’t carry. If he was going to mug you he wouldn’t have gone through the effort to try and con you.

    Used to get this crap all the time in Chicago. I just started saying “Do I look like I am a tourist?” and walking away.

  2. Steven Andrew Miller says:

    Lost

    A jungle plane crash

    Really exciting, at first

    Now I hate you all

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