He wanted my bank account, sort code, ISBN number, passport number and more! I told him to naff off. It' can be a dog-eat dog world out there. But mostly everyone is fine.
At the risk of getting banned for another rambling off-topic post, let me tell you about the time I sold one of my old desktop computers. I put it up for $400, which was a fair deal. A young gentleman called me up and wanted to buy it. He said he'd come by at 6:00 p.m. Great!
Six o'clock came and went. Around 6:30, the kid called up and said his GPS indicated an 8:00 ETA. He apologized, saying he didn't realize how far it was between his home in Northridge and my house in La Habra. I thought, "WTF? You're driving from Northridge on a Friday evening at quitting time???" But I told him no problem.
At 8:00, two kids came rolling up. I forget their names, but we'll call them Bill and Ted. Bill was really very excited to be able to get the computer. He was telling me about how he's training to be a fireman and his volunteer work. Rookie firemen here often start off at volunteer fire departments. Then he went into how his little sister sat on his laptop and ruined it, and how he needs a computer to do his work. It was the sort of story you'd expect from a young guy. But as annoying as young guys can be, I kind of liked this pair. They seemed ok and were amusing.
So we agreed on the $400 price tag, and all was good. Then Bill said... "Can I give you a check?" Clearly, these kids hadn't yet learned how men do business. I told him that I'd prefer cash, and the two of them went into some song and dance about how they could go home, get some money from the bank, and come back tomorrow. By this time I wanted to pour myself a whiskey and watch tv, so I acquiesced. "Just give me the check, but you have to promise me it's good!" They assured me it was good. "Ok, give me the check."
So Bill handed me the check. It was made out to "CASH" and was from some guy named Jerry Thompson!
"Who is Jerry Thompson?!"
"Oh, that's Ted's dad."
"And you have a check from his account made out to CASH?"
"Yeah"
"Hold on. I'm calling your dad."
So I called the dad, and asked if he knew Bill and Ted. In a cautious tone, he admitted, "Yeah..." I explained what they were up to. In an exasperated tone, he said he paid Bill $400 for something, and he indeed wrote out the check. He sounded like an adult father of a teenager, so I sympathized with him.
By then I found the whole situation pretty funny. I didn't doubt the kid really did need the computer. Either these guys were unbelievably naive to think that a grown-up would do business in this manner, or had giant balls thinking they could scam someone with such an absurd ruse.
Regardless, I decided to take the check. It's not like $400 bucks is the most I've ever gambled and lost. At the end of the day, the check cashed, I got my money, and the kid got his computer. Everyone won.