A clown calling itself, "Vincent Anderson ," phoned my private number, saying that  he was from the Customs Department at JFK Airport. Within seconds, I knew this was some type of scam but I figured I would string this useless scumbag along for awhile and see where it led. Turns out this was just a very poorly executed variant of the Jamaican lottery con.
Several calls later, he tried to set the hook: to get my $375 thousand check, I would first need to money gram $875 to some foul smelling rodent in Costa Rica! At this point, I directed that he return up the anal orifice from which he emerged.