“Business Man” Scam!

Okay. I feel like I need to share this, if only because I want to spread the notion that white-collar creepiness happens too. Also, I’ll put the moral of the story out front: Never, ever give your business card to a rando on the Metro. EVER.

So, I get on the Metro with my headphones on, and I sit next to a random man. He’s probably 55 years old, tall, fairly skinny, with breath that smelled like water after you’ve boiled hot dogs in it and let it sit for a couple days.

Anyway, I’m playing some game on my iPod, and he points at my knee and says something. I take my headphones off and say “excuse me?”

To which he replies: “I like the colors in your dress.”

Innocent enough, right? He goes on to start lecturing me about how dangerous iPods are because they distract you, and how his office — the DC attorney general’s office — has seen a lot more trouble with people who’ve been screwed around with because they had their music on too loud and weren’t paying attention.

At this point, I’m thinking he’s probably just a genuinely concerned older guy, yeah? So he tells me he might be able to help me out someday and gives me his business card, which says he’s an Assistant Attorney General for DC. It looks pretty legit, so although I’m a little sketched out, I smile (and try not to wince because his breath is downright toxic). He asks for my card. I hesitate, but I go ahead and give it to him. BIG. MISTAKE.

Conversation goes on a bit longer, and he gets progressively creepier. He starts by asking about my tattoos, then about how old I am. Next, he starts mumbling about how I have an “old soul” and how girls like me, you know, don’t need immature men. They need older guys, 40 or 50-year-olds, who can “do more for them” and “help them out — you know — connections.” He starts talking about all the fancy “adult engagements” he gets to go to and tells me how it would really be good for a “girl” like me.

He says some other kind of weird things, but here’s the kicker. He points to my feet, gets this bizarre facial expression, and says, “Your feet are really tan. Are your legs that tan?”


He finally gets off at the Tenleytown stop, and I let out an audible sigh of relief.

I probably wouldn’t have submitted this Hollaback because this guy might just have poor social skills. Maybe he mistook my awkward smile for an invitation to chat me up. But I went home and Googled his name in conjunction with the Attorney General’s office. NOTHING. NADA. ZIP. In fact, the office has an organizational chart posted on line listing all the main positions. They DON’T EVEN HAVE any “Assistant Attorney Generals.”

The U.S. Attorney General’s office does, however, have an assistant with a similar name, but this guy didn’t even spell it right.

So yeah. I’m pretty sure this creep goes around giving out his FAKE card trying to make women feel comfortable enough not to slap them, then proceeds to creep, hoping they’ll bite. I’m just praying he doesn’t manage to track me down and serial kill me or something.

Submitted by Anonymous on 7/8/2010

Location: Red Line from Farragut North to Tenleytown

Time of Harassment: Evening Rush Hour (3:30P-7:30P)

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3 Responses

  1. Golden Silence

    Never, ever, ever if you feel uncomfortable let someone pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do. This man was not obligated to get a business card from you. And it sounds like he was misrepresenting someone else…creepy!

    That stale hot dog breath olfactory description made me want to vomit. That sounds beyond unpleasant! Sorry you went through that.

  2. Quest

    I’m with Goldensilence. I don’t care if he is Barry’s personal tailor. If he creeps me out, he’s not getting my business card.

    • hollabackdc

      Rend Smith from the City Paper contacted the OAG re: this post and is interested in speaking with the poster. If you are the original poster and would like to contact Rend, his email is rsmith@washingtoncitypaper.com.

      This is the response Rend received back from the OAG:

      Your email was forwarded to me to see if I can be of assistance. I read your email and understand your concerns about this person. It is true, however, that line attorneys who work in the Office of the Attorney General for the District of Columbia frequently refer to themselves as “Assistant Attorney Generals” or “AAGs.” This is also how persons outside of the agency refer to us (e.g. judges at the Superior Court of the District of Columbia). Therefore, without more, I can not determine if this person was an actual employee of this agency or whether he is someone impersonating an OAG lawyer.

      If you would like us to determine if any laws were broken in his handing out of the card, I would require more information. For example, I would need the person’s name to check if he is an employee of this agency and, in the event that a crime was committed, I would need your name and contact information (as you are a witness). I would also want his card as potential evidence.

      At this point I can not determine if a crime was committed.

      I would be happy to speak with you if you feel comfortable calling me and engaging in a conversation so that I can determine if an investigation is warranted. My phone number appears below.

      Dave Rosenthal

      Thanks Rend for working on this!