What with cold weather every day, and lots and lots of rain–it was raining sideways yesterday–I can’t write outdoors, the ink won’t flow from the pen. So here I am indoors, bombarded with nuisance phone calls.
We have learned by daily observation that the scammer calls are always preceded by a “boop” or a “beep.” And then you’ll hear either a robot or some guy with a thick foreign accent calling from a boiler room with other scammers yapping in the background. Lately you might hear nothing at all: it’s a robot compiling phone numbers of actual residents.
All they want is your money. As much of it as they can con out of you.
Globalist world government goofs want to control the freakin’ climate, but they can’t control phone scammers. Well, we don’t need them.
All you have to do is hang up as soon as you hear the boop. Don’t wait for anything else: it won’t be worth it. I mean, come on–“This is the Medicare shipping department”. If you’re going to be fooled by that, you probably shouldn’t answer the telephone at all. Scammers got hundreds of dollars out of one of my aunts before her sister realized what was happening and put a stop to it.
I once had a job in phone sales (oh, that college degree!) for Time-Life Books, which at least was a real product, not a scam. Call people all day long, one after another, trying to sell them a book. We weren’t supposed to fall into conversations with the prospective customers, but sometimes you just couldn’t help it. Maybe two or three times out of a hundred you’d sell a book.
But at least it wasn’t “The” Medicare calling from some boiler room in Calcutta.
We were a home-grown annoyance!
