By now, we’re savvy to the smell of rats. We’ve been burned often enough to understand when the smell of promised money is actually a smell of a different sort. Such is the case, I’m afraid, with a current client.
He came directly on the heels of the scam artist client, which had this Frump’s radar going haywire instantly, for how often do dream-come-true offers appear anyway? Frumpie proceeded cautiously, doing some background digging and contacting people in his so-called office to verify his existence. He checked out, but only just. Here is a person with more than one business venture going on; a noble deed, but a so-called successful business person who didn’t argue or flinch at my price? Hmmm.
Then came time for the first installment (the pre-installment, for Frumpie shall never EVER start work without a contract or a payment). The contract seems to have disappeared, for each mention by Frumpie of said piece of paper is not responded to. However, client is quite willing to send money to Frumpie’s bank account. He wants to, as he says, expedite payment and not mess with checks. So he needs my bank information.
Once Frumpie stopped laughing hysterically at the request, she wrote back and said that her bank has forbade her from handing over the keys to the kingdom, but that she’d be more than delighted to take his money via PayPal, which is just as easy as trying to transfer from bank to bank in a less secure way. He said something about that being fine, but that he didn’t think he could transfer more than $2,000 at a time. He would check and get back with me.
That, dearies, was a month ago. Apparently the work this dear fellow desperately needs to have completed isn’t all that urgent after all. As soon as the transfer comes through PayPal, Frumpie here will apologize for mistrusting said client.
Do we think he’s finished trying? Let’s place bets – when do we suspect he’ll be back with a more urgent appeal for Frump’s bank info?
