… and your latest trick

Sebastian GHIȚĂ said (2011.09.27 “Etica in afaceri – renteaza sa fii bun?” / “Ethics in business – does it pay off to be good?”, Central University Library of Bucharest (BCU) – Get a result now!) that he used „shortcuts” to get rich.

I’ve read on a forum an interesting idea, which is a shortcut:

• There are credit cards for buying things; you can buy something, and you have no costs if you pay the money back within a certain amount of time (let’s say, 30 days); so, you can buy a plasma and if you pay the money in 30 days, you aren’t charged anything;
• You can’t use the credit card to get the money from them, you have to buy things;
• And here’s the trick: the guy on the forum came up with this idea: you go to a store, you use a credit card, you buy something (really!) expensive with the credit card; without opening the boxes, you say you wish to return the bought items (you can do this right after purchase); since the products aren’t even opened, the store can’t refuse your claim; and here’s the thing – the store is most likely to pay you in cash that amount of money; thus, for 30 days you can use the money without any credit;
• The idea goes even further – you can take another „loan” after 30 days from a similar provider.

I dislike this idea, yet it’s very legal (the problem is from the store, who should not give you cash, it’s not with you), and is, in one way, a short-cut.

„There are no shortcuts to any place worth going.” (Author unknown)

PS, 2018.08.03:

Dire Straits – Your Latest Trick

All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles
And prehistoric garbage trucks
Have the city to themselves
Echoes roars dinosaurs
They’re all doing the monster mash
And most of the taxis and the whores
Are only taking calls for cash
I don’t know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
My door was standing open
Security was laid back and lax
But it was only my heart got broken
You must have had a pass key made out of wax
You played robbery with insolence
And I played the blues in twelve bars down Lover’s Lane
And you never did have the inteligence to use
The twelve keys hanging off my chain
I don’t know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
Now it’s past last call for alcohol
Past recall has been here and gone
The landlord finally paid us all
The satin jazzmen have put away their horns
And we’re standing outside of this wonderland
Looking so bereaved and so bereft
Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands
The bottle’s empty and there’s nothing left
I don’t know how it happened
It was faster than the eye could flick
But not all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick