This one I fell for about eight years ago, at the age of sixteen. I was in town, after school, and there was a pair of jeans that I wanted to buy for a party I'd be attending the following day. I had a R108 on me, the jeans cost exactly R100, which left me with R8 -- the exact amount it would cost for a taxi ride home. Most of that R8 was in coins, however, and when I neared the taxi rank, I found that I had a hole in my pocket, and that two rand was missing. Dammit. Shortly after, a short man with very pink lips (from habitual drinking, no doubt) asked if I'd be keen on making R200 for a quick job. Naive, sixteen-year-old me though this was a blessing from heaven, and that I'd make it home without having to beg strangers for that R2; and I eagerly agreed. He led me around town for what seemed like ages, seemingly meandering. Along the way, he explained that the job was at an electronics store, and that I'd have to surrender my phone; because, if the boss caught me in possession of an electronic device, he'd accuse me of stealing it from his store. I was skeptical; but damn -- I needed to get home. So I gave him my phone. I waited at the spot for about 45 minutes before I realized that I'd be scammed. A lesson well learnt.