Worst. Shakedown. Ever.
On Saturday night, I came home, opened my building’s front door using my keycard, and then promptly lost my wallet somewhere between my front door and my apartment.
On Sunday, I realized this. It sucked bag. After cancelling my cards, I began the frustrating task of reacquiring all my cards - however, I held out hope that one of my neighbours would be a good Samaritan and return my goods. I posted signs in the lifts and moved on.
On Tuesday, I got a call: someone had found it. WOO! However, they wanted to meet me to verify I was me (note: I am me, definitively). So I wandered downtown to meet said walletfinder, and was confronted by two small, young men. I happily greeted them, and after seeing my wallet, gave them 200RMB for their troubles.
Said young men then attempted to shake me down for a larger reward, threatening that ‘they knew where I lived’ (referencing my home address in Sydney from my driver’s license). However, with a combined body weight of >50 kilograms and an address on the other side of the globe, I made a decision not to take them seriously. A rapid snatch got my wallet back (cash missing, everything else in tact). A large shove (accompanied by my laughter) got my message across: bluff called.
I cannot wait to see these guys turn up in Glebe with revenge on their minds.