Hey All Members.
Just inspired by a previous post here, I’m sure these I met in Iloilo 2012 got the best part out of me.
A former staff member of mine reside there. I fully trust this guy (he retired as my General Manager).
Went out there to visit him and plans were made well in advance, creating opportunities for us to have a great time together.
I planned a short stay at a resort, naturally paid for by me, so I invited my man, his 2 sisters, 2 grand children and an expat from England (female) which I worked with in London 1989.
Since planning went on almost 6 month before arrival, I was pretty sure to get all things covered, rooms, food, car, gifts (don’t forget those) and all.
During those 4-5 month before my visit I suddenly became a “very highly wanted friend” on Facebook for many of my former staff’s family and friends.
Okay, why not, it’s all normal. I white guy comes along, let’s give him a good impression and lots of friendship, i thought. BULLSHIT. They just wanted to either scam me or fleece me for money.
It goes like this; Well arrived to the airport 12 “family/friends” meets me in the airport. My man is there naturally, excusing a bit for the big gathering.
Went to his place in a taxi (him, sisters and me), so I sort of “forgot” the remaining 9 people meeting me. BAD choice, because within an hour or so they all came to my man’s house, even bringing 6-7 more with them. It was a scene to behold. Partly I was glad for the attention, partly a bit scared.
Later that (late evening – night) my man and I could finally sit down with a beer in peace.
First we had to go through all our good memories. He was a great guy among my staff and I had lot’s of greetings to pass on to him from customer’s, suppliers and more.
Then in the wee hour he said; “Sorry mate, but I have to warn you”. He was very concerned about how my stay would be, mainly due to the fact that all his family (naturally), but also 100’s of others, knew I would be coming – and he saw that as a tread to my safety regarding money, time and emotions.
When this guy worked for me – as all my other staff – I convinced them to sign up for a pension scheme. They would put 4% – I would put 8% of their base salery into this pension fund, so after 20-25 years of service, they would have a pretty good pot to live off. Being from Philippine, going home after 27 years abroad, this guy brought home a heavy pension and buying power. Although paying tax on the pension in my country (it was tax deductible when paying in), he had a nett pension of 76.000 pesos a month, partly from our company, partly from other sources.
I knew all this and I was so pleased he could retire in peace money wise. Little did I know (but now he told me) that since coming home, his family and friends always pestered him for money when pensions arrived in the bank. We sat there on his terrace all night and talked about all this. O…some stories he told about thinking he helped, but was so often scammed for money. Giving money to friends so their children could afford education, only to find out money went to stupid things, money lent out to house repairs, only to see nothing was ever done to those houses, money to sick relatives, you name it, but also explained he could hardly refuse due to pressure, culture and family, so over the years (8 years home) he settled for this, still allowing him to have a bit of money and a good life.
Me…? I was furious. This guy worked ever so hard for me and did well. Now scammed on a daily basis.
He shared his house with 2 sisters (age 53 and 54) (yeah… one of them wanted to marry me..hehehehe) and 2 grand children (age 23 and 26) and was very fine with this.
After 2 days of talk, many visitors (what did you expect?) our friend (the English lady) from Davao came by and we went off to the resort. I have ordered 5 rooms and after settling in at 3pm, we met up at a local restaurant for lunch, drinks, long talks and enjoyment. Then the flow of family, “friends” and onlookers just grew around our table. Lots of kids, aunts, boys – you name it.
We had already ordered our food, so little did I know that these scumbags were ordering drinks and snacks ON MY TAB….!!!!
It went on for nearly 3 hours – yes it was fun, we had some talks across the tables, few left, few came and went, there was a constant flow of 10-15 people beside us.
I asked my man to help me paying OUR bill and he suddenly became silent and VERY scared. Before asking for the bill he realized that WE (I) properly would be footing the bill for all those who came by (some had already left).
So he went to the cashier and asked for the bill – sort of “off line” so no one saw him doing it.
Sure….we had a tap of more than 8.000 pesos to pay. My English friend said; “I knew it” – and partly did I, so we had to come up with a plan.
Still with 9 of these scammers to sit by, we got our “bill” and I started to ask for money from our “guest”…….!!!!
Disaster Outbreak – “OH NO”; “He invited us”; We’re his friends”; “How can he ask for us to pay”; all went on in Hillgaynon (i think it’s called – a local dialect) and Tagalog, partly mixed with English.
I simply refused to pay – full stop. I, nor my man, ordered those drinks and snacks (one even had a meal on a complete difference table), so why should we pay..??
It took us (them – the scammers) more then an hour to settle their bills, huge discussions among them, who ordered what for whom, even at one point a police office tried to solve a minor issue.
We just sat there and enjoyed “The Scam That Didn’t Work”
At one point the Restaurant Manager said; (not in English, it was translated for me) “why don’t the white guy not pay, he should”….. There you have it; White Guy have to pay.
We certainly enjoyed all days together there and I’ve been back few times to follow up on our friendship. The English lady moved to Iloilo and she’s now on a VERY good term with my man.
I couldn’t be happier – and my money stayed where they belong, so in all, a very successful tripPublished in