Kindness Taken for a Ride: The Elderly Scam

Summary

I used to buy my fruit from the same little stand on the corner.

I did it because the owners were an elderly couple, Mr. and Mrs. Peterson, with no one to look after them, just struggling to get by. So, I never haggled, never even asked the price or checked the weight.

That is, until I noticed the dates he sold me were two dollars a pound more expensive than what he charged the person right before me.

“Mr. Peterson,” I asked, “why did you sell those dates to her for eight dollars a pound, but charge me ten?”