Palama wrote:For the phishing calls I've been doing a couple of things:
1. I totally d*ck with them and see how far I can string them along. Could be anything from speaking in my best broken English - Japanese, pidgin English, Chinese, etc. and act as if I can't understand them or misinterpret what they're saying. After a while they figure it out / get frustrated and hang up.
2. If I "miss" the call then I'll call them back and tell them the person they're trying to reach has died. Recently the phishing area code has been 808 - Hawaii - and it's the same MO - they're calling for someone named Heather and trying to reach her about a financial situation that needs to be taken cared of immediately. Sorry, Heather died and everytime you call it makes me sad and I start to think of her and it makes me cry.
Seems to work and odd as it may seem, makes me want to pick up those calls and talk to them!
I know, I know, kinda weird but hey, why not have some fun with it?
This reminded me of something I read that made me laugh (it's been around for awhile)
Here it is:
Yesterday I was buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for Athena, my
wonder dog at Wal-Mart and was in the check out line. A woman behind me
asked if I had a dog. What did she think I had, an elephant? So since
I'm retired, with little to do, on impulse, I told her that no, I didn't
have a dog, and that I was starting the Purina Diet again. I probably
shouldn't, I continued, because I'd ended up in the hospital last time.
I awoke in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my
orifices and IVs in both arms. However, I did lose 40 pounds on the
diet, so I was giving it another go.
I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that
it works is yo u load your pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat
one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally
complete and I needed to lose a few more pounds. (I have to mention here
that practically everyone in the line was, by now, enthralled with my
story.)
Horrified, this woman asked if I ended up in intensive care because I'd
been poisoned by the dog food. I told her no, it happened because I
stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter's behind and a car hit both of
us.
I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he was
laughing so hard!
WAL-MART won 't let me shop there anymore.