Yesterday I was conned put of £80, but it was in the worst way. It taught me a lot about myself and I’ve definitely improved my mindset in the process of this all. I did think about whether or not I would write this post, but if I can help at least one of you with what
I went through then it’s worth it.
Yesterday I went to a local really busy high street, I was dropping a crate of loads of childrens books to a charity shop. The day was going well, everything was going my way and vibes were high.
I parked up with my mamabear and got out of my car. We were peckish and so my mum went in and grabbed us some amazing pork batches and as she was waiting for them I took the crate of books to the charity shop, if was after this I was approached by a foreign man in a suit. He offered me an iPhone 7 for £100, being a blogger and currently having a very bad quality phone I knew how much of a bargain this was. He told me his car had broken down and he needed petrol, and this is why he was selling the phone so cheap. I am not a niave woman, but I was just not in the correct mental state at the time, I felt like I was being a gift that would help me progress and so I said I was interested and that I needed to walk to the bank to get the money.
I checked the serial number on the phone on an online site and it said it was legitimate. I believed him. After proving the phone made calls he then said he needed to take his sim out. We had nothing thin enough to open an iPhone*. (a hint to decline this bargain?)
So we nipped into a charity shop to borrow a board pin. It worked and he took his sim out.
It was at the point. He Dropped the phone.
(I realise now this was the universe telling me to take a U turn as quickly as possible!)
I should have declined at this point but I was already excited at the prospect of all the pretty Instagram photos I could take and how organised I could make myself with attaching my phone to my macbook.
This man was walking me to the bank when I met with my mum coming out of the batch bar. She was having a diabetic hypo, (another sign to decline and be on my way). I stopped at my car with my mum, I set her up, made sure she was eating and sorted, all whilst this man stood and watched. We then Continued our walk to the cash point. We small talked, he showed me his reporter pass for Istanbul, well at least it had his photo on.
I withdrew my money out of the cashpoint, I have negotiated him to £80 (why? Why didn’t I know at this point to fucking decline!??)
I gave him his money, I took my new iPhone 7 and I happily went to my car. I opened my car door, Sat in my car, turned to my mum, told her what I had done and then my heart fell out of my arse with a realisation of the reality of what I had done. However I comforted myself with the serial number, popped the phone into my handbag and drove my mum home.
It was only when I got home and was alone that I wanted to face my reality.
However everything still checked out, I looked at the photos and it was empty other than a few photos of another much younger man to the one that had sold me the phone.
Oh my Gosh, was this phone stolen? I felt sick and couldn’t believe this was not something I had considered. Then the guilt and niavity hit me.
I continued to check the phone and other than it was likely to be blocked, (and rightly so) everything about it was still checking out.
I logged into my wifi and then even into my Facebook. I had new messages but Facebook told me I needed to download the messenger app. I said I would download and it took me to Google, I signed in and then it took me to android? I thought this was weird and so I pressed X and clicked the apple store.
It worked but told me it needed to change to the english language, I assumed this was because the man I bought the phone from was foreign. I accepted it being in English and typed in I wanted Facebook messenger. It all came up right, I clicked the app and it started to download and did in fact download.
When I clicked it, it took me to an app called ‘fast Facebook messenger’ I didn’t notice until it said this is not a Facebook original app and won’t work with Facebook. And all hell broke into my soul.
So the serial number was probably a stolen one, the phone is a fake ass bit of shit and turned off within a few hours and wouldn’t restart.
I’m £80 down, I thought about creating an eBay account and selling it to some poor soul, even making profit. But I realised quickly what a shit dick move that is, and so I’m writing this post. Accepting my responsibility for not listening to the universe and getting sucked in to something I wanted and was clearly too good to be true rather than appreciating this old ass white Sony that takes pixelated photos and keeps giving life to itself every morning and still being £80 up.
The moral of this whole post is, don’t be an ass, don’t buy shit off random people in the street. Save up your money and buy legitimate things you are proud of.
Find your magic xx