It was one of the Indian scam callers. You know the routine as well as I do:
a. Dead silence.
c. Sound of a busy steam room in the background and a small woman’s* voice.
d. ” Hello this the Technical Department of Mumblemumble. My name is Vaguely Western Sounding In A Hindi Accent. How are you? ”
At this point in these calls I become ” Kindly Olde Uncle Dick ” – those of you who know what this involves may want to close and dog the hatches and pressurize the turret.
Kindliness and age mean that I am slow. And simple. And polite. It is by far the best way to encourage effective communication with the sub-continent and my days are open to amusement anyway. I want this one to last…
e. ” This is to inform you that your internet will be cut off .”
Goodness, that sounds serious. Is there anything that I can do to prevent this. Tell me what I need to do…
Now at this point I would expect to be told to go to the portal button and begin the process that would let the caller control my bank account. Or send iTunes cards to an address in Dacca. Or any number of suitable stings. And who better to fall victim to it all – an old, bumbling person who is at home in the middle of the day and is ready to obey instructions.
But what does she do? She hangs up. And no call-back from the next level up in her scammer’s organisation. Nothing. I’ve never been so annoyed in my life…
Am I not good enough for them? Do I not sound stupid enough to fall for their tired routine? Am I not frail or aged enough? What do I need to do to be scammed?
What sort of incompetents are they hiring in Indian scam rooms these days? Have they no pride in their work? Where has good old-fashioned patient malignance gone these days?
DO I HAVE TO ROB MYSELF, HERE?
* Presumably Mother India. Or, if she was ringing Samuel L. Jackson, Motherf*****g India…