It’s the return of “Adventures in unstored phone numbers”. An old nonfiction series I used to do on my old blog.
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My birth mom gets a lot of telemarketing calls. She gives out lots of personal information, and is in general, a fucking nightmare. She once told me she was marrying a guy who turned out to be a bot.
I took the iPhone away and downgraded her to a flip phone after that.
She still answers EVERY phone call.
I’ve asked her to just HANG UP when it’s a stranger but she won’t. She talks to them and then when she buys into the “deal”/scam she is smart about it.
She doesn’t just hand over her credit card number (anymore). Instead, she gives them MY number for permission. 🤦🏽♀️
So, today I got a call from “Don”. When I asked to be placed on the do not call list he said no. When I asked for his business name he said it’s “Fuck You”.
Ok, Don. I get it. Being a telemarketer is a terrible job I’m sure. But just do the thing I asked and hang up on me.
But no, Don has a darker side. Don also knows that the FTC can’t touch him because by the time they look, he’s got another ghost number up. A new number every day.
And he just kept spewing profanities at me, like a teenager rapid firing every swear word they’ve ever learned. Then, tapping his more mature side, promised me hundreds of calls a day and added “You will never know peace.”
Joke’s on Don. I’m more of a Tybalt than a Romeo.