One of my very first jobs in high school was working at a Mobil gas station in LA. At that time, the credit card 'machine' and cash box were located near the pumps on the island, since this was before the 'self service only' type stations we have now in most states.
One night, I'm working the pumps and a Caddy pulls in. A big, well dressed black guy steps out and asks me to add gas. I do so, and we get into a conversation where he mentions he's a pro footballer. Being young and gullible, I believe him in awe and surprise that I get to wait on a genuine celebrity. (The fact I'd never heard of him notwithstanding). I finish gassing up his car, take his money, and give him his change. He then starts with, 'Can you please change this twenty to a ten, and five, and five ones?'
This led to me making more change and then more change and then he left.
The guy was a quick change artist, and I still don't know how the scam works so effectively.
My cash box was very short that night, and the owner (who was a jerk to begin with) of the station virtually accused me of stealing the money. He gave me the choice of making up the shortage or being fired.
I quit the next day out of pride.
And I disagree with W. C. Fields!!!
