When something is too good to be true
In his book “Yes Man,” Danny Wallace tells us (among many, many other silly things) about his correspondence with Omar, “son of the murdered sultan of Oman”, who needed to enlist Danny’s “professionallism” in fleeing the country with 40 million bucks. A cool 10 million for Danny’s troubles and it’s “God’s will”. That’s my kind of god, I tell you.
Serious officials in ill-fitting suits don’t really like young sultans, presidential widows or sad princesses who need regular people like us to pull them out of a pickle. I guess they have a point.
A few days ago, however, the topic got a bit more interesting for me. That’s because some generous soul is busy populating people’s inboxes with what appear to be Skype lottery certificates. I mean, what’s not to like about 200,000 dollars?
The downside? (Besides the somewhat lacking production values — but I guess they’re passing on their savings to you, the lucky winner.) Oh, just “confirm your data” — bank account information and other meaningless details — and the money is yours. It’s even possible to get the funds delivered via diplomatic courier. Probably in a black limo. Pimpin’.
Don’t do it. We’re in the letting-people-talk-for-100-billion-minutes-or-until-the-Sun-expands-and-destroys-all-life-on-Earth-whichever-comes-first business. Ok, so I’m prone to exaggeration, but you get the drift. We’re not in the lottery business. Just like you’re not in the losing-your-life’s-savings-to-scammers-business.