There was no doctor of this name, and no secretary at the end of the line.Īnd how ironic that, twenty years later, I would be writing a book arguing that people aren’t gullible.
He gave me his business card, told me I could call the number and his secretary would wire the money back to me shortly.Īfter some more cajoling I gave him twenty euros. He spun a good story: he was a doctor working in the local hospital, he had to rush to some urgent doctorly thing, but he’d lost his wallet, and he had no money for a cab ride.
As I was walking back from university one day, a respectable-looking middle-aged man accosted me.
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