So yesterday, through the crisis and chaos of the Trumpian terrorists who staged an insurrection into the Capitol … in the middle of all that … I got a call from a scammer.
And it’s a repeat call.
How do I know?
Well, on Monday, this scammer asked me about what car I drove and its mileage. I told them I drove a 2010 Chevrolet Cobalt with 85,000 miles on it. Which is a lie.
On Wednesday, they called me back, and before I could make up a story about owning some other exotic vehicle – you know, the Mach V or the Batmobile or Lupin III’s Fiat – they already “knew” I drove a 2010 Chevrolet Cobalt with 85,000 miles on it.
So I’m technically now “in their system.”
They’ve already transferred me to the person who will try to sell me a policy. “Did I get their letters,” they ask me.
Well, I might have gotten their letters, except for a bit of a domestic issue.
And I immediately went into a full-fledged screed about ex-wives that would have been fodder material for a 1960’s Catskills circuit comic. And sure enough, the listener was actually paying attention. Not to my phony car, but to my phony story.
Listen, by the time I was done with this, the story had blown up into one of those stories that definitely lands on the letters page of a magazine where all the letters start out with, “I never thought it would happen to me, but this one time … at band camp…”
So it’s three days in a row. Gotta love their persistence.