The Shocking Truth Behind Getting Scammed—And Why Some People Want It That Way
Three weeks later, via the post office and an honest person in Oregon who was almost certainly not named Carl Horace, my envelope was returned. The folks at my bank had to confer with one another in a long huddle, but they figured out how to re-deposit Carl’s money into my account.
Curiosity satisfied, I won’t be doing any more experiments of this kind. My risk was minuscule compared with ice-skiing off Annapurna, but I still feel a cold breeze when I think about how much worse it could have been.
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