This story was conveyed to me by a buddy that was recently getting a tattoo in Scottsdale, AZ. It was too good not to share. It goes something like this:
A jacked dude, clean-cut (without any other visible tattoos), about mid-40s, who was obviously wealthy, stumbles into a tattoo parlor. In tow is a 20-something female that was on the losing side with a meth addiction. Both were carrying 64-ounce Thirst busters. They walk up to the counter and ask if they can get tattoos. When asked of what, the female replies, “our PIN numbers!”
The employee agrees, but tells them to leave their drinks outside because, “we don’t allow alcohol in our shop and I can smell it from here.” After placing their drinks outside, they both come back. The employee asks who is going to go first. The female blurts out, “he’s going first.”
So, dude sits down in one of the chairs and picks out the font he wants. Ten minutes later, after giving his PIN, he has the numbers stenciled down his leg and the employee starts to ink the first number. Several minutes later, after the first number is totally done, the guy mumbles, “the Molly is really starting to kick in,” and immediately passes out.
Nobody noticed his female companion sulked out of the front door.
Several employees are now gathered around him trying to wake him. One employee asks the other where the girl went. Someone noticed that she walked outside and they go to find her. She is nowhere to be found.
After about 10 minutes they get him to wake up and become coherent again. When he asked what happened, they explain to him how he got there and that his “girlfriend” left and could not be found.
He then says, “shit, bitch took all my stuff.”
This is hands down, unquestionably, the most elaborate and devious way I’ve ever heard of anyone, EVER, stealing someone’s PIN number to get their money.
Bravo for the genius tweaker. Now he’s out money and has a life-long memory of his stupidity.
GOOOOOOOLF CLAP!