I'm calling to ask you to wire money to my son, my account number is...
Apparently the cool, easy to remember phone number we received used to be the local number for Wells Fargo. I've never confused this many old people in my life.
I used to babysit for some people whose number was one digit off of the college town's favorite local pizza joint. I would get calls for pizza all night when I was there.
I hate your new blog system. Only about one time in five can I get it to take my comments. And then, it won't let me edit. I try to use my identity, and it's rejected every time.
But, let me get this straight. You have one of the greatest scams in history handed to you -- with the Wells Fargo phone number -- and you're complaining. Do I have it right?
Ugh, our landline at home used to be a hardware store's fax number - turns out they changed it after owing money to a whole bunch of vendors, so when the vendors call about a past due invoice, they say, "We don't have a copy, fax it to us" and give them our number. We now keep the ringer off. Annoying. On the other hand, OTR Grandpa's (if that really IS a Grandpa - seems a bit naughty for a grandpa) idea can be taken into consideration...
Believe me, I've wondered about turning it into a scam, but most of the people who call are such sweet, confused old women that I couldn't live with myself if I did that.
Yeah, OTR Granpa likes to live on the wild side. As a kid he and his buddy dressed as cowboys and held up the dime store. His son (my brother) once found a bunch of Sly Stallone Rambo pictures, signed them himself, and sold them to kids in the neighborhood for $5 each. It's amazing I've been able to resist this con artist urge!
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I used to babysit for some people whose number was one digit off of the college town's favorite local pizza joint. I would get calls for pizza all night when I was there.
I hate your new blog system. Only about one time in five can I get it to take my comments. And then,
it won't let me edit. I try to use my identity, and it's rejected every time.
But, let me get this straight. You have one of the greatest scams in history handed to you -- with the Wells Fargo phone number -- and you're complaining. Do I have it right?
OTR Granpa
On reflection I realize that my comment, above, could be misconstrued as an encouragement to a life of crime.
Of course, don't give into temptation. Don't do it.
Write it.
OTR Granpa
Ugh, our landline at home used to be a hardware store's fax number - turns out they changed it after owing money to a whole bunch of vendors, so when the vendors call about a past due invoice, they say, "We don't have a copy, fax it to us" and give them our number. We now keep the ringer off. Annoying. On the other hand, OTR Grandpa's (if that really IS a Grandpa - seems a bit naughty for a grandpa) idea can be taken into consideration...
Believe me, I've wondered about turning it into a scam, but most of the people who call are such sweet, confused old women that I couldn't live with myself if I did that.
Yeah, OTR Granpa likes to live on the wild side. As a kid he and his buddy dressed as cowboys and held up the dime store. His son (my brother) once found a bunch of Sly Stallone Rambo pictures, signed them himself, and sold them to kids in the neighborhood for $5 each. It's amazing I've been able to resist this con artist urge!
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