"When I was 17, I and my friends all got fake Indiana State IDs from a flea market in Gary, Indiana. Worked great in dive bars in Chicago. Fast forward a couple of years and I'm in college in Arizona. For some reason, my fake isn't working anymore, so I take the fake to the Arizona DMV, present it and my credit card as my forms of ID and then proceed to take the written and driving test. My reward for passing these test? A legit AZ DL with all my info, except a different date of birth and a different SSN.
Now if I ever get in really bad trouble, I could always escape to my fake AZ identity."
"My father had a couple of cousins who lived in New York. They had this thing going in the 50s or 60s (the family lore is unclear on the dates) where, on the afternoon of Yankees games, they would get some pylons, block off a side street near the stadium, and charge people to park there, filling up the street bumper-to-bumper. They did this for quite a while. One day they told someone who drove up the price (must have been a dollar or two at the time) and the guy started arguing with them, something like this: 'No, you have to pay to park here.' 'You don't have to pay to park on a public street.' 'Yes, you do. C'mon, pay up.' 'Well, I'm a policeman, and I know you don't.' At that point, the two guys ran off and hid in someone's chicken coop for a while. When they got back to the street, all the cars they had parked there had parking tickets. So they took all the tickets off the cars, threw them in the sewer, and went home. I wish I could say that that kind of ballsiness was genetic."
"My friend in high school decided one time that he was going to play a joke on the lunch ladies. He took a dollar bill and photocopied it, in straight old school black and white. He made about 5 copies and cut them out, pretty horribly and off center, and then he colored them green. He did not use any kind of fancy ink or anything, he used mother f---ing crayons. CRAYONS. Stood in line to pay for his lunch, and was expecting a burst of laughter when he handed the lunch lady these ridiculous bills but was instead given change and lunch. She did not even notice. He felt bad and had to go back and explain to her what happened, but we were all completely awe-struck that something so ridiculous worked so flawlessly."
"My uncle, who's made a career out of skipping out on restaurant tabs and getting free electronics, faked his death by sinking a newly bought speed boat and then hiding in the hold of his commercial fishing boat. He got my grandfather to radio in the Mayday. An entire city's fishing fleet went on search-and-rescue. He even made the CNN ticker at the bottom of the screen. Uncle's wife collected the insurance money and went on a spending spree -- bought a new Lexus and everything. The cops found my uncle hiding behind the shower curtain in an upstairs bathroom. He and grandpa did a few years in a Mass. federal prison. The wife went to a halfway home. 15 years previously, he'd burnt his own fishing boat at the pier to collect on the insurance. So much for rehabilitation."
"Me, at band camp tryouts in middle-high school: I always carried around a deck of cards. I would scope out small groups of kids from other schools, then ask them if they wanted to see a magic trick (yes, explicitly a magic trick). I would do a simple card force (i.e., asked them to pick a card, any card, but I knew exactly which card they would pick), and then shuffle up the deck.
I would then theatrically deal out the deck in a random pattern until the card they had picked was on the table, then deal out one or two more cards. I would then declare "I bet each of you FIVE DOLLARS that the next card I turn over will be your card." Almost every kid would take the bet, some would even raise me. I would turn over the forced card on the table, take their money, and move on. Made $100 a day at band tryouts from people who thought I messed up a magic trick."
"So you have these guys...they set up this situation that is basically a duopoly situation with no actual competition. They then start to charge ridiculous prices. Something around 20 cents per text message... while each text message is maximum 160 bytes. This is basically $1,300 per megabyte or $1,331,200/GB While realistically it costs them basically 10cents at maximum to deliver that GB. That is a 13,000,000% profit margin. In addition to this absolute scam, they don't even charge per text message. They charge for hundreds of text messages and don't ever have to deliver on those. So not only are they getting absolutely insane profit margin... they are getting free money. This has to be the best scam I have ever seen."
"While in first-year High-school I remember having to do a big biology paper or some random bulls--t. At that time drinking and having fun was more important than biology papers so in the morning of the day it was due I had nothing. I got to the pharmacy and bought an eye patch (like the ones you wear after surgery) and calmly go to school. Everybody, teachers and friends asked what happened to me so I invented a creative story about how I had a blood vessel pop - at the time I had high ocular tension so it seemed legit. When the biology class starts I make up a nice story about how I was working on the paper but because of the screen monitor (CRT at that time) and the strain I had a blood vessel pop and had to go to the ER, and that the doctor told me to stay off the computer for a week, etc. Not only did she buy it but she was genuinely concerned and gave me a 10 (that's A+ for USA folk) for the effort. I am still proud by that little scam."
"I had a buddy in college who slept through a final for a class. He went to the prof's office the next day with our other friend and explained that he and dude #2 were co-dependent alcoholics, and they had gotten into a whirlwind drinking binge the previous day that resulted in him being in a semi-comatose state, thereby sleeping through the exam. The prof either bought it or thought it was rather creative, as he let him take a take-home written exam and allowed him to hand it in whenever he finished."
"When I was a kid my buddy and I kept a candy box from a school fundraiser. On the weekends we would go to the dollar store and buy candy bars for 3 for $1 and then go stand in front of Walmart and Target and sell the candy bars for $1 each saying they were for a school fundraiser."
"I made a program on my TI graphing calculator in high school that emulated the 'memory clear' function that teachers would check before exams allowing students with my app to be able to load their calculators with test info and not get caught. Sold it for $10."
"This wasn't a 'scam' because it wasn't illegal and nobody got hurt, but I still think it is pretty damned smart. I work IT for a medium sized company. I volunteer for all the 'dirty' jobs because my IT-coworkers are not all okay with hard physical work. One of my 'dirty work' jobs is the electronic recycling. We're 'green' here, so we don't throw away any computer components that have a circuit board - we send them to recycling companies. Several years worth of old parts passed through my hands. As I wrapped and made the pallets full of old junk to be disposed, it struck me that 10 years ago I would have drooled at the opportunity to get my hands on some of it. I checked with my boss and started taking it home. I was all, "Maybe I'll build a super computer!" or something. What I eventually ended up doing was sending in the old components for gold/silver recovery. I never thought it would be profitable, but when you do a job for a long time, things add up...Hundreds of CPU's later, I have a bunch of free gold. And if you haven't noticed lately, gold is at an all time world-high price.... Free money for something I was going to do as part of my job anyway --- dispose of old computers."
"In high school, my friends and I would frequent the local arcade/mini-golf course called 'Putt-Putt.' One day my buddy Dan and I were leaving after playing some arcade games and I turned to him and said "Hey, what do they do with the tickets after you turn them in for prizes?" We both turned our heads towards the dumpster in the parking lot. We open the dumpster and find bags and bags full of tickets that had been turned in for prizes. So we started checking regularly for these bags and hoarding them in my parents' garage. Eventually, I think someone realized and they started shredding the tickets.
Then we got greedy... We figured we needed MORE tickets (we had about 100,000 at this point). So one day Dan and I were back at the arcade. We noticed that they kept the keys that open the machines on a nail behind the counter. There were only two high school students working at the time. So we devised a plan. I was to distract one of them while the other was busy and Dan would steal the keys. So I complained that a machine had taken my tokens and Dan nabbed the keys. We excitedly walked out of the arcade. In the parking lot I turn to him and go 'Wait dude, we can't leave! we were the only ones in there, if we leave now, they'll know we took the keys.' 'You're right, we have to go back,' he said. So we went back in and played it cool and later left.
Now that we had the keys, we would get in the Jurassic Park game which was one of those enclosed booth type games. There we could open up the coin box and get as many free tokens as we could use. We would also open the skee-ball and other ticket games and remove entire rolls/stacks of tickets.
So anyways, at this point we had hundreds of thousands of tickets saved up. So finally one day, we load over a dozen garbage bags full of tickets into my white child molester van (that s--- was actually the awesomest car to have in high school) and went to the arcade to redeem some prizes.
We stroll in there cocky as shit carrying bags of tickets and start dumping them on the counter like that scene from 'Miracle on 34th St.' We got every single prize they had. Seriously, we cleaned them out. It was the same two stupid high school kids working that day, so they either never figured it out, or just didn't care. Prizes included like 5 razor scooters, all of the candy and little toys, a crap load of nerf guns and an N64."
"I know someone who worked at a bank. he/she decided it would be entertaining to steal a guy's check, then take it home and wash and rewrite it. needless to say when all was said and done he/she got away with a few thousand dollars and they tried to accuse the guy who's check it was of taking the money."
"During a particularly snowy winter, I was working with a friend at the local grocery store when an elderly woman came through his line. I don't know exactly how they got to talking, but I overheard her say that one of her biggest fears is getting caught in a blizzard while on the road in her car.
My friend told her not to worry and always keep a spare button handy in the glove compartment. He told her that if she ever did get trapped by the snow, take the button out and stick it towards the back of her tongue. If she started experiencing hypothermia and started to lose consciousness the button would start to slide back towards her throat causing a gag reflex that would keep her awake till help arrived. He claimed it saved his uncle's life during the Blizzard of 78. She bought the whole schpeel, hook, line, and sinker. She promised to place a button in her car the second she got home.
Me: Wow... just, wow.
Me: You just went out of your way to be a stupendous asshole, that's what.
Him: Just doing nature's work man. Thinning out the herd."
"I have a friend who failed out of college, but didn't want his parents to find out about it. He knew that they would check his grades on the internet, so he made a fake website for his university on his parents' computer. He changed their bookmark from the real university page to the fake one, made them enter a login and password, and then displayed a phony transcript. The best part was, he included working hyperlinks that would take his parents back to the other parts of the real university site. They believed it for months.
"I don't know how crazy this is; you be the judge:
This summer I moved into a very cheap apartment in Chicago with two friends for two months. The place was very cheap because it was literally a steal. My friend's girlfriend had lived there for two years and the three roommates had stopped getting long. She found three sublets for the summer despite her two roommates not putting any effort into finding people to rent the apartment. A month before they were set to move out, the three people my friend's girlfriend found to sublet dropped out, and when she told the other two roommates, they were okay with it and said they could afford paying the rent even though they were gone.
My friend's girlfriend could not afford that, though, and called her boyfriend (my friend) to complain, at which point he said, 'Look, I need a place to stay for the summer, I can sublet your room, and I have two friends that are also looking for a place, so they'll probably take your roommates' rooms.' At which his girlfriend said, 'Okay, but don't tell my roommates about your friends.'
So the three of us ended up moving into the apartment and paying my friend's girlfriend's rent three ways while the other two girls paid the rest of the rent."
"I once went 4 years without paying personal property taxes by convincing two counties in Missouri that I had paid each of them. They then argued over the whole issue, and I got a refund from each of them for the full amount of my personal property."
"I had a friend who worked at Gamestop for a few years, and he devised a plan where, when new games were released, he would about once a day keep a receipt for a $60 game and just stick it in his pocket. When someone would come in a few days later to trade in said game, he would give them the cash as a trade in (35-40 bucks I think) but not run it through the system. After the person had left and there was no one else in the store he would then run the game as a return, netting the retail $60 price.
He would then pocket the $20 difference, thus making himself an extra $80-$100 a week while the registers had complete paper trails and never appeared to be missing any dough."