The Real Price of Dinner

Almost getting had by a con artist feels a lot like dodging a serial killer.

If you’re a business owner, that is.

Because the right scam can kill a business.

Apparently, there’s one running around — and I barely dodged them.

I got lucky.

It all started with a second opinion.

Something didn’t feel right.

“Let’s do a double date,” I said.
The con artist agreed.

My goal was simple: Watch how they interacted with their significant other. It reveals a lot.

Mysteriously, the other half didn’t show up.

Secondary goal: Get an unbiased opinion.

And as this person chewed with their mouth open — ordering drink after drink after drink — their true intentions started leaking out.

I caught a few red flags I might’ve brushed off (open-mouth chewing aside).
But my wife picked up on the subtle stuff I missed.

After paying the $657 bill (my wife and I only racked up $125 of it), we pieced it all together in the car.

I told them I’d have to pass.

Shortly after?
They got arrested — for exactly what they would’ve conned me for.

Again, I got lucky.

Two big takeaways/reminders:

Always trust your gut. If it smells rotten, it probably is.

Get a second set of eyes on anything major. Perspective is priceless.

Oh, and one last thing — they never reached for the check, or even said thank you.

But man, I’m thankful now.