Every Man Is An Island

I stand by that. But clearly some men are island chains. Underneath, they are connected...

Sunday, December 12, 2004

There is a scam going around that says that the government is giving away free grant money. This morning on my way to work I received this very call. They had my name and address which they probably purchased from those bastards that send me junk mail and leave messages saying to please call them because I have been approved for a home mortgage. They were lucky that I had just woken up and was driving to work because I otherwise would have been quite rude and hung up. I instead had trouble understanding anything the accented guy said and was trying my best to pay attention to the road. This fact led me to stay on the line much longer than I should have, but I'd say that it turned out to be quite the rewarding experience.

He told me that I had to pay like $250 for a processing fee before I could get the money. So I asked him if he could send me the money first. He obviously said no to that. So I asked him if the fee could be deducted from the total grant amount. Again, I received a no. He asked me if I had a pen and paper handy to write down the confirmation number and business office phone number for a reason that I can not recall. I said no. He asked if I was on a cell phone. I said yes. He asked if I could punch the phone number into the phone. I said no. He asked why. I said because I am driving to work. I told him that I didn't have anymore time. He asked if he could call me back in an hour or two. I told him no. I asked him if I could call him back. He said no. I told him to call me tomorrow morning.

I plan on giving the guy a solid run around. Maybe I'll give him a fake account number. Maybe I'll ask him if any of my friends can get in on the deal and give him the the numbers of people I dislike. Maybe I could fake an accent worse than his and pretend that I no longer speak English. I could pretend that I'm drunk or have a stutter. Oooooh, I could turn on some porn and tell him that I'm busy masturbating. There are so many possibilities. I wish I could call the FBI and have them tap my line just like on TV.

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