Wednesday

Five-star flim-flam


In Auckland, a so-called con man robbed a family staying in a five-star hotel. It’s presumed he learned their name from suitcase tags as they checked in and waited until they went out to dinner to make his move. His move was going to the front desk appearing very drunk – so drunk that he couldn’t find his keys, didn’t remember his room number or even what floor he was on. All he remembered was his last name. He said, "I'm Black. Can I have my room key?” And they gave one to him. The Black family is quoted in the paper as saying that they believe the very drunk appearance may have been part of his con. Hmmm. Didn’t think of that, but… sure, it’s possible. In any case, once in the room, the man was certainly sober enough to steal three bags worth of items and call room service for dinner. Not pleased with their choices, though, he decided to take his loot down to the hotel restaurant, eat a steak dinner, drink an expensive scotch, charge it all to the room, and split. Ballsy!

We’re not at for this kind of “con” – yes, pulling off his act for the room key is kind of interesting. But stealing money and passports from a hotel room is not the work of a con man. That’s just a thief.

Nonetheless, residents of Auckland, beware. According to the police, there is someone on the loose who is “probably an expert at fooling people.”

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