Guy pulls up in a car. Tells me he's an Italian supermodel. Saids he cannot pay custom taxes for Armani Reportage leather jackets he has.
Asks me for a lighter, then tries to light one of the jackets. Jacket doesn't burn, convincing me it's real leather. Offers me the jacket as a "gift."
He then tells me he got drunk the night before, and a girl took all his money and credit cards. Tells me he's the son of a ferrari engineer.
Saids he needs 300 to pay fee for rental car, and that his flight is in 3 hours. I give him 400. He promises me he will wire money to me the next day.
Gives me his fake name, fake address, fake company website, fake phone number and fake e-mail in both Italy and Beverly Hills. I stupidly gave him my name, account and routing number and my e-mail.
I get back home with jackets. I do the lighter trick, and the jackets all burn. It's fake leather.
Guy was medium-build, with tan skin in early to mid 20's. Had excellent italian accent. He is very very good.
Jason
London
United Kingdom
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