I've written about many scams, but this time I almost fell for one.
“Please wait,” the caller said, “while I put you through to my supervisor.”
It was a Wednesday in August, just before lunch. The call came from a 212 number, which to a New Yorker could mean almost anything—the school, the pharmacy, the roofer—so I answered.
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