Dear eBay customer, we've got some problems with our database so we would like you to verify your identity. To do that click on the attachment below, fill out the formular and click on "Verify".
I get them all the time along with phone calls from India telling me that I am having computer problems only they can fix. The only money I send is to those Nigerian Princes because of the return on investment they promise. Carol and I have already visited the local Maserati dealership here in Cedar Rapids (three hundred thousand dollar cars sell like wildfire out here) and chosen our model for when those Nigerian guys finally send us our money.
The sad part is there is so much general/functional illiteracy in the population now that a lot of people reading that message wouldn't see that it's clearly a sloppily-written phishing attempt by someone whose first language is clearly not English. I bet those letter writers get more than a few bites.
That reminds me, Deb. Whenever we walk around Midtown Manhattan most of the guys trying to sell us tickets on the jump on-jump off sightseeing buses are clearly from another land themselves, many of whom speak only enough English to sell the tickets.
It's been a while now, but for a while I used to get emails from young (it varied, but ca 30, i.e. 20 years younger than me) Russian women who'd seen my profile (it was never told exactly which profile, or where) who were only SO eager to get to know me. And then there was a .jpg attachment.
The Swedish in these emails was evidently generated by Google Translate, but they did come up with some interesting phrases, such as:
"Can you come on me earlier." or "I the young, romantic girl also I'm very very simple."
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I get those regularly telling me there is a problem with my PayPal account that I have to fix.
I don't have a PayPal account.
Jeff
I get them all the time along with phone calls from India telling me that I am having computer problems only they can fix. The only money I send is to those Nigerian Princes because of the return on investment they promise. Carol and I have already visited the local Maserati dealership here in Cedar Rapids (three hundred thousand dollar cars sell like wildfire out here) and chosen our model for when those Nigerian guys finally send us our money.
Don't forget the little people when that money comes rolling in, Ed.
Phishing, indeed. I see them from time to time. They also call, and I give them my bank account numbers and pins so they can "verify" me. As if.
The sad part is there is so much general/functional illiteracy in the population now that a lot of people reading that message wouldn't see that it's clearly a sloppily-written phishing attempt by someone whose first language is clearly not English. I bet those letter writers get more than a few bites.
That reminds me, Deb. Whenever we walk around Midtown Manhattan most of the guys trying to sell us tickets on the jump on-jump off sightseeing buses are clearly from another land themselves, many of whom speak only enough English to sell the tickets.
Jeff
And yet...they DO manage to sell tickets!
Haven't seen this eBay one yet, but am on weekly rotation for similar messages from several banks & credit cards, some where I'm not a customer.
A.S.
Reminds me of a scam I fell for once. Take my advice, Bill; when you get a colonoscopy, pay the extra money & have it done by a professional.
Sage advice, Dan.
It's been a while now, but for a while I used to get emails from young (it varied, but ca 30, i.e. 20 years younger than me) Russian women who'd seen my profile (it was never told exactly which profile, or where) who were only SO eager to get to know me. And then there was a .jpg attachment.
The Swedish in these emails was evidently generated by Google Translate, but they did come up with some interesting phrases, such as:
"Can you come on me earlier."
or
"I the young, romantic girl also I'm very very simple."
Oh, Ekaterina, where are you now?...
No Russian women eager to get to know me, but I did just get the exactly the same eBay spam again. If first you don't succeed, . . .
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