While driving on 287 this morning, I passed one lone shoe a few hundred feet from exit 7. Seeing shoes on the side of the road always confuses me, especially since there’s usually only one of them. How does a person lose one shoe? I really don’t understand how it is possible, unless the driver or passenger simply threw it out the window voluntarily. And if, for some reason, it WAS accidental, why doesn’t anyone ever turn around to get it? People lose cell phones, wallets, sunglasses…they don’t just lose shoes! It makes absolutely no sense to me.
In other news, I hate when I’m at work and I see middle aged/old people getting scammed by the internet. Sometimes I try to give them the heads up, but other times I feel like it’s not my place. In one instance, an older man called me over to his computer to inquire about this really shady email he got inviting him to be a secret shopper. But he didn’t call me over because it was shady, he called me over because he couldn’t find the link to click on to submit his information. It turned out that there was no link at all; the email just said that he should reply with all of his personal information. There were a million red flags in the email, which I told him about and convinced him not to respond. Today, though, I just happened to walk by a woman filling out an online form, which at the top read “SUBMIT NOW TO RECEIVE YOUR $500 CHECK!!!!” She later called me over because she was having trouble filling her phone number in, and I saw that she had entered her credit card number to pay a “postage fee” of two dollars and change. At that point I felt pretty conflicted, but I still didn’t say anything. I can’t tell people what to do or not do with their money, right? The way I see it, a line exists between the first guy and this lady. The guy asked me a direct question about the email he received, and all I did was state the facts and tell him that it was “probably not legitimate.” He ultimately made the decision about whether or not to respond. This lady needed me to click on the phone number field, and that was it. It’s not my place to delve any deeper into what she is doing…right? Luckily, her internet session wound up expiring before she was able to finish filling out the form, so that was good. But, she’s still sitting at her computer now, 45 minutes later, and god knows what she’s up to at this point. What’s a librarian to do?