Somewhere in Middle America

Friday, May 11

If you're an idiot, don't talk to me.

So about a fortnight ago, I got a call from someone who I thought was a new friend here in Indy asking if I was interested in a "business" that he and his wife were getting into.

Oh boy.

I agreed during that call to meet him a few days later. Maybe he and his wife would like to come over and talk? Sure. That'd be great.

Then I thought about it.

I called him back and told him that I wasn't interested. I'd heard of this before, and no, I'm not that hard up for money.

Here's the deal.

Back when we were living in Lancaster, I was mindlessly perusing the magazine section at Barnes and Noble. A guy my age started talking to me, asking me if I knew stuff about digital cameras (I was reading a digital camera magazine) blah, blah, blah, we got to talking, would I like to hear about this business he and his wife were just getting into. Not knowing anything, I saw them a few days later at the same Barnes and Noble and they explained -- very, very vaguely -- what the deal was.

Basically you buy stuff from this Web site after you log in with another person's account. The other person would be someone who signed you up. Allegedly, you could buy all sorts of stuff from this site. The more you buy, the more you make.

But that's not really what's happening. The person who signs you up is making the money. Or a small cut of it. And the person who signed them up makes a cut. And you make nothing really -- unless you can sucker your friends or people at the mall -- into it.

Anyway, back to this idiot in Indy. He actually approached us in the mall several months ago. We started talking and thinking things were cool because they were also brown. They had just moved here as well, etc., etc., Wouldn't it be nice to know some other young people here.

Well, as I was telling him that no, I wasn't interested over the phone, he asked if I had heard of BWW before. My, my. I had not heard an actual name. Google it all you want and find out that yes, it's a scam! And it preys on -- get this -- young idiots and immigrants. Yay!

It's also great because when you read about it online, there are people brainwashed enough to defend it.

The thing that really pisses me off about this whole thing is that a few days before he called me trying to get me into his scam, we had lunch and chatted for a while and things were rather pleasant. But his entire intent was to lure me into this idiocy! Bastard.

I was going to call him back (again) and tell him that it's a scam, but hey, stupid is as stupid does.

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It's me, Rehan. Male. 29. Brown, overweight. Mechanical Engineering degree. Pittsburgh sports fan. Married to Maria, father of Asim. Project manager for an engineering consulting firm. Finally to the point where I really enjoy my job. Regular bike rider.

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