I turned my cell off for almost half a year, mainly cos I just wasn't using it much, and because I just didn't feel like buying minutes for it. The contract was still good though and wasn't set to expire until 2017 I think. Or later... That's one thing I never worry about with that phone is running out of contract time. Airtime, sure, but contract time? Never.
Anyway a few days after I turned it back on and put some more minutes onto it (yay double minutes) I got a call for Billy.
Now my Billy calls don't normally annoy me. I like Billy cos the former LEO (I think he's retired) paid his bills. So mostly the calls were from people trying to get back in touch with him, or various businesses calling to see if he wanted more service.
However I think Mrs. Ex-Billy ... I think she lives in the back of my apartment complex actually ... looks like she's been running into some bill-paying issues.
Last summer I got a call or two looking for her. Those of course stopped when I let the battery die out over the winter. But the last call I received kinda pissed me off a little.
It's been a couple of weeks since the call but here's how it went mostly.
Caller: <looking for Lynn>
Me: <wrong number sorry>
Caller: Is this a business phone or a personal phone.
Me: It doesn't matter it's the wrong number.
<Rinse repeat>
Caller: <finally mentions billy>
Me: Ah... No I've never met them. Thank you and have a good day. <talking over the caller>
I can only assume this was a collection agency and that asking if it was a personal line or a business line was part of the script to see what they could discuss.
Except I'm a bitch. I learned from my mistakes with a former shipmate. Her now-ex husband went on a witch-hunt rampage against her, breaking into her cell account while overseas to track down everyone she called. When he called me I automatically responded to the intimidating voice, asking me who I was... It was later when she told me what he'd done that I realized who'd grilled me.
And from then on I became a bitch about giving any information to a stranger.
Stranger calls me and demands to know who I am? Fuck them, I ain't telling them shit. Other than asking them who wants to know...
Apparently cold-callers or collections agents don't like that. But I don't care. It's part of my common opsec (or rather persec) now.
At least the caller has not bothered me since.
Anyway a few days after I turned it back on and put some more minutes onto it (yay double minutes) I got a call for Billy.
Now my Billy calls don't normally annoy me. I like Billy cos the former LEO (I think he's retired) paid his bills. So mostly the calls were from people trying to get back in touch with him, or various businesses calling to see if he wanted more service.
However I think Mrs. Ex-Billy ... I think she lives in the back of my apartment complex actually ... looks like she's been running into some bill-paying issues.
Last summer I got a call or two looking for her. Those of course stopped when I let the battery die out over the winter. But the last call I received kinda pissed me off a little.
It's been a couple of weeks since the call but here's how it went mostly.
Caller: <looking for Lynn>
Me: <wrong number sorry>
Caller: Is this a business phone or a personal phone.
Me: It doesn't matter it's the wrong number.
<Rinse repeat>
Caller: <finally mentions billy>
Me: Ah... No I've never met them. Thank you and have a good day. <talking over the caller>
I can only assume this was a collection agency and that asking if it was a personal line or a business line was part of the script to see what they could discuss.
Except I'm a bitch. I learned from my mistakes with a former shipmate. Her now-ex husband went on a witch-hunt rampage against her, breaking into her cell account while overseas to track down everyone she called. When he called me I automatically responded to the intimidating voice, asking me who I was... It was later when she told me what he'd done that I realized who'd grilled me.
And from then on I became a bitch about giving any information to a stranger.
Stranger calls me and demands to know who I am? Fuck them, I ain't telling them shit. Other than asking them who wants to know...
Apparently cold-callers or collections agents don't like that. But I don't care. It's part of my common opsec (or rather persec) now.
At least the caller has not bothered me since.
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