So I totally almost sold a guy a PS3 and a game tonight at work. And the guy had a fake credit card.
I have never felt luckier to have both my supervisor AND store manager in the area at the time. Totally fake credit card, too, one we all started really looking over it . . . man, I really fucked up today.
So the guy got away with the receipt (but not the goods), so in theory if he were to get a hold of a PS3 he could feasibly try to use that receipt to return it or something. In any case, I think my supervisor sent a notice out to the other stores about the guy.
Oh, manager also confiscated his fake card, which was awesome.
It's one of those "hindsight is 20/20" deals. I was just so eager to sell an old 80 gigabyte PS3 (we've been stuck with a bunch even after the slims came out) that I overlooked why a guy would be so eager to buy the old PS3 system. And overlook that there's a no tax day the very next day.
And use a passport as his ID.
And have a super flimsy "must've been glued together paper or something" card.
And the hologram on the back was totally peeling off.
And the card image itself was blurry and faded.
And the signature strip was a striped yellow instead of white.
. . . so yeah. I felt really stupid after that.
LUCKILY, my supervisor noticed that the numbers on the credit card did not match up with the numbers on the receipt/screen and snatched the card back right away. After a whole "oh wow, that's weird, I should get that checked out..." routine, the guy bolted.
Needless to say, the whole ordeal made me feel all out of it afterwards because I had dropped the ball spectacularly. It all ended well enough (and we "returned" the money to whatever card information the guy had been using), but yeah. I felt dumb and mostly felt that way rest of the day (though I joked about it and stuff too).
Whatever. I'll feel better in the morning. Really, I already mostly do after Glee ended.
So yeah. To summarize: retail is scary sometimes.
