Rule number one, if someone wants to be your friend on Facebook, make sure you know them. I almost became a victim of a cat Fisher woman. I saw the friend request and just thought it was someone from the casino. I was wrong. It turned out to be a woman who apparently resides somewhere in Florida, though that too might be a lie.
At any rate, later that afternoon my cell phone and tablet are going off like crazy and she wants to do a video call. Number one, I don’t know her and number two I am not techno-savvy enough to figure out how to do this without some added assistance.
At first I tried declining the request by just ignoring it, but she was persistent and we ended up text chatting on Messenger instead. We talked and talked and talked for a good three hours while I was busy revising one of my manuscripts.
I then told her I had an appointment and need to leave and I figured that was the end of that nonsense. I was wrong. She is wanting to chat some more and asks me if I’m on one of those other chat things I think it was Whats App and the other, hangouts. I vaguely remember the first and knew nothing of the latter, but down loaded the apps anyway, then told her I couldn’t get through. At any rate, I’m here in Washington, presumably thinking she is three hours away in Florida, though I don’t know that for sure. We exchange pictures then she tells me her son’s birthday is coming up soon. I think to myself, so what?
But then she asks if there is something I could do for him and I remarked, “Happy Birthday and Merry Xmas.”
“No, I mean can you give him present?”
Now is when it becomes obvious that either this person isn’t the same person I talked to earlier or she has like a split personality disorder because she didn’t text me sounding like she was from some foreign country. Everything about this conversation was off and I knew it.
“I don’t know you and you definitely don’t know who am because if you did you would know I don’t even send my three nieces birthday presents, and I’m not about to start with you now. And if you think I’m going to give you money then you are truly delusional. I don’t give anyone I don’t know money.”
“Oh, but poor son is sad now.”
Not my problem I said to myself.
Then she replied okay, and that was the end of that conversation and I haven’t heard back from her since.
Jerry Schellhammer 