The story of how I wanted strawberries and ended up in the police

One evening I was returning home and saw my grandmothers near the stop selling berries and fruit. So I wanted strawberries. I bought a half bucket home, I ate with my wife in one sitting, and the next morning the police came to my office.



What to do with the scammers? I never would have thought this would happen to me. The strawberries were delicious, but at what cost I got them. I’ll never do that again, I’d rather go to the supermarket.



It was like this: a pleasant summer evening, I would come home from work, enjoying a walk. Near the stop, as usual, old women sell what they collected in the country or garden. Succulent strawberries in a five-liter bucket caught my attention: he came up and asked me what it was like, inexpensive, but my cash was short. I have been using a card for a long time, and I take cash to pay for transportation. In addition, during an epidemic, it is better to use non-cash payments.



And then I remembered that grandmothers get their pension on the card. Consequently, it seemed to me that it would be easy for a strawberry saleswoman to obtain money through a transfer. I need strawberries, and she has a buyer: so I offered to transfer the money to the card. However, my grandmother looked at me suspiciously, waited a little, and then agreed. She gave me the card number, I transferred the necessary sum, took strawberries, and with a happy face I went home.



The next morning, the police came to my office if I knew that I would eventually get out of this idea! Honestly, I'd rather just walk by. The next day, when I came to work, the police were waiting for me in the office. All the other employees in front of my eyes took me to the office to draw up a report – it turned out that they were accused of stealing other people’s money from a bank card!



It was as if I was speechless at that moment. I've never done anything criminal in my life, except that I crossed the red light a couple of times. It turned out that this old lady, like a dandelion, withdrew money from the card and wrote a statement to the police that I stole money from her. It's good that the police got it all figured out, but it cost me a lot of nerves and wasted time.



On my way home again, I decided to just go up to the same old lady and ask her why she does that. She said, “We all have to survive somehow, son.”