Awww, I got myself a new bestest playmate today!
I'd been seeing this odd number on my CID and never bothered with it, because they couldn't be arsed to leave a message. Well, out of boredom, I decided to answer it and see what this was about.. after having run it through 1800notes.
It plays out like this: The guy is calling from a certain major bank that I do have an account with's credit card fraud services asking to speak to my hubby. Danger, Will Robinson, Danger!! And also Strike 1, because this bank asks for either hubby or myself, never just hubby.. prolly because both our names are on the account.
He claims to have noticed some fraud activity on, but...won't tell me a damned thing unless I "verify" my info with him. Oh, I forgot, strike 2. I don't have a card of any sort with this bank. Just the account that only has one purpose. And mean while I'm on the bank's website and verify there is no activity on it that I didn't cause.
I give him the polite: "I'm sorry, but I don't feel comfortable giving my information to a person from a number I don't recognize." Which he says, "Oh, that's okay. Your husband has our number and can call back later." Strike 3, because hubby doesn't do anything with this account. And he's already told me that he didn't talk to any fraud prevention for this bank.
So, I wrote down the time, date, and such of the call and then hopped back on the bank's website and contacted their actual fraud prevention. Verify my security info with them and proceed to ask if this was one of their numbers. *falls over laughin* Of course not! The kind lady said that it was good that I went with the gutt and gave them bumpkiss for their efforts.
So, awww, I gots a new bestest playmate! If they call me again.. which they may not, as I've proven that I ain't good for a game of "Go Phish." But if they do, I'm thinking the dotty, demented old woman who forgets halfway through a sentence what she was saying, has her info written down (which shall be carefully made up so that it should theoretically epically fail if they try to use it,) and love talking about her grandbabies... who all happen to be furry little bundles of kitten fluff.
I'm a bored stay at home mom.. I've got nothing better to do than to see how quickly I can make 'em hang up.
I'd been seeing this odd number on my CID and never bothered with it, because they couldn't be arsed to leave a message. Well, out of boredom, I decided to answer it and see what this was about.. after having run it through 1800notes.
It plays out like this: The guy is calling from a certain major bank that I do have an account with's credit card fraud services asking to speak to my hubby. Danger, Will Robinson, Danger!! And also Strike 1, because this bank asks for either hubby or myself, never just hubby.. prolly because both our names are on the account.
He claims to have noticed some fraud activity on, but...won't tell me a damned thing unless I "verify" my info with him. Oh, I forgot, strike 2. I don't have a card of any sort with this bank. Just the account that only has one purpose. And mean while I'm on the bank's website and verify there is no activity on it that I didn't cause.
I give him the polite: "I'm sorry, but I don't feel comfortable giving my information to a person from a number I don't recognize." Which he says, "Oh, that's okay. Your husband has our number and can call back later." Strike 3, because hubby doesn't do anything with this account. And he's already told me that he didn't talk to any fraud prevention for this bank.
So, I wrote down the time, date, and such of the call and then hopped back on the bank's website and contacted their actual fraud prevention. Verify my security info with them and proceed to ask if this was one of their numbers. *falls over laughin* Of course not! The kind lady said that it was good that I went with the gutt and gave them bumpkiss for their efforts.
So, awww, I gots a new bestest playmate! If they call me again.. which they may not, as I've proven that I ain't good for a game of "Go Phish." But if they do, I'm thinking the dotty, demented old woman who forgets halfway through a sentence what she was saying, has her info written down (which shall be carefully made up so that it should theoretically epically fail if they try to use it,) and love talking about her grandbabies... who all happen to be furry little bundles of kitten fluff.
I'm a bored stay at home mom.. I've got nothing better to do than to see how quickly I can make 'em hang up.
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