Scrambler

​An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life in America. Live from New York.

An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life New York City.

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.