I was running late to this potluck party last year. By the time I'd gotten to where the party was, I was stressed about getting lost and arriving late. The meter read (the equivalent of) $6 (taxis are really cheap in Southeast Asia). I rifled in my pockets for the $6 but, as I was rifling, I was absentmindedly pulling out $100 bills from my pocket and handing them over to the taxi driver. I then got his $6, gave it to him and was about to step out of the taxi when I realised something felt wrong. I looked in my pockets for the $300 I was carrying and then paused and replayed the events of the past minute in my head. I turned back to the driver and asked for my money. He pretended to be confused. I insisted on my money, he handed over a $100 bill. I asked for the rest; he handed over another $100 all the while talking really fast and pretending to not recognise the origin of the US dollars (asking me if it was Kenyan money and all). I kept silent and fixed him with a sharp look and he handed over the last of the bills all the time keeping up this string of chatter and having this confused expression on his face. So, yeah, almost scammed.
Another time, I (very discreetly) bought a mobile phone (probably stolen) from these street urchins and, upon ducking into the nearest shop, found that they had switched the phone they had first shown me with an empty phone casing that was full of MUD to make it seem heavy. Serves me right to be honest.
I've been hustled by my own brother, but that's about it.
"When a resolute young fellow steps up the great bully, the world, and takes him boldly by the beard, he is often surprised to find that it comes off in his hand, and that it was only tied on to scare away the timid adventurers." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
LOL! *slinks away with Halla's awesome Thor wallet* *boards plane for Monaco*
Hey, good on you. To show good sportsmanship I am notifying you the the three American Express cards in such said wallet (alleged) were found recently and not been compromised. So, have a nice shopping spree in Monaco, and please buy me a nice ashtray... or something.