Tuesday, September 21, 2010

I have been found by Mr. Briggs Arthur of Barclay's Bank

This e-mail arrived today; it's pretty wonderful, save for Mr. Arthur's assertion of his skin color. I'm not sure how to read that number -- a billion? some unthinkable sum of millions? -- but it sounds good. I like the way the writer seems to have just given up on credibility, as if he's tried more modest proposals and now he might as well just pull out the stops. Anyone want to write and claim the treasure?





My Dear Partner,I am contacting for good.



I have 100.000.000.00 Million Pounds that I want to Transfer to your Bank Account.



Please Reply Immediately to enable me give you more Informations about this Transaction.



I am a white Man and also a British Citizen.



I will send to you a Copy of my International Passport Once I receive Reply Ok.



Please we will deal only through Email for security Reasons.

Email contacts : (barclays_bank62@yahoo.co.uk)



From Yours Partner



Mr.Briggs Arthur

Director Barclays Bank

London-England.

7 comments:

Paul Lisicky said...

Park Avenue, here we come.

C. Dale said...

The saddest thing is how many people fall for this and end up sending these people their bank account routing numbers only to have their money withdrawn instead of getting anything. Apparently, elderly folks fall for it all the time. Really awful.

Justin Evans said...

About six years ago, I strung one of these guys along with fake phone numbers (The White House job line); told him my legal representative was Karl Rove, told him I wanted him to help me murder my brother, paper my house with 1$ bills, and run off to Costa Rica with him. He agreed to running away with me, but stopped responding after I asked him for money so I could gly to meet him.

Taradharma said...

oh, don't listen to Mr. Cynical Dale (that's what C. stands for, right?) Please sent the dear Mr. Briggs Arthur my email address, as I would like to get in on this fortune thing.

LK said...

For years I have been telling myself that I have to think of it as poetry. At 90, my mother-in-law reads these letters to us as if they were gospel. Sending off another twenty dollars.

Mim said...

Nah, I'll just pry the stopper out of my piggy bank.

Elizabeth said...

Mr. Briggs Arthur has promised me the exact same thing. Imagine that.