Con artist 1: Mayfair

I’ve managed to leave the office at four o’clock. I need to get home; I’ve got things to do before I go to the theatre later.

A middle aged, middle class woman in a blue mac accosts me. I don’t remember her approaching but now she seems to be speaking to me. Something awful has occurred. She has come to London from Belgium to stay with friends. They were supposed to be collecting her and putting her up but no one turned up at the airport. She doesn’t know what she is going to do. She hardly brought any money with her because she is supposed to be staying with her friends. Please can I give her some money towards her accommodation until the day of her return flight?

What a thing to have happened! She seems really nice as well. Poor thing. I have a rule about not giving money to strangers no matter what they tell me, but for once, I’m tempted to break the rule. I mean, where is she going to sleep?

On the other hand, where is her luggage? And there is also something indefinably wrong about her blue mac. Here we are on Bond Street…but that mac looks like it came from a charity shop.

Wouldn’t it be a shame if she were genuine and I didn’t help? I just can’t tell.
I’m going out tonight. The rule wins. “I’m sorry, I can’t help you,” I say, and carry on to the Tube station. But as I walk, I find no peace. That poor woman, just imagine if that happened to me and no one believed me, that poor woman, just imagine, round and round in my head.

The theatre that night proves a little disappointing. I love the play (I’ve seen it before in a different production) but the acting’s just not that convincing. Maybe meeting that woman in Mayfair this afternoon has put me out of sorts.

A month or so goes by. Again, I have the chance to leave the office at four o’clock, again I make my way to the tube, and again a middle aged, middle class woman in a blue mac accosts me. Something awful has occurred….

I cut her off. Smiling triumphantly, I point my finger at her and declare, “I’ve met you before. You tried that story last time.” I’m about to add ,” You’re a fraud!” but she has melted away, as though she were never there. I can’t see her anywhere. She is truly a mistress of her art. Despite my thrill at discovering the truth, my satisfaction at being right and my relief of finally knowing I hadn’t let her down, I have some genuine admiration for this con woman too.

Con artist 1: Mayfair

Tuliptree

Woking, United Kingdom

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Another little tale about London. Many thanks to Bloorain for encouraging me to write it! Con artists 2 and 3 to follow….

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