Got the same call yesterday. They called the other day and I told him to call back some other time since I was busy. Yesterday they called 4 times until I finally answered. He asked if I was still in "my city/state" and I said yes, but I wasn't interested in receiving anything. He then hung up on me. Sounded like he was calling from a train station. I called my bank this morning just to let them know since it was my bank card he was referring to. I never check anything that would share this type of info, so I also have no idea how they got my information.
Got the same call today. Lot of static on the line. Wanted me to verify my city/state...said I would receive a gas card. I kept saying "and who is this?" "and who is this?" finally she said "I'll call you back" and she hung up.
Whoa! GREAT call from 269-477-2155. No message, so I hit redial intrigued by the "I Orderz Confirm" caller ID. A machine picked up yammering about press 1 for this, 2 for that, 3 to be (I love this) "eternally deleted from our do not call list." Oh, they're crafty little boogers.
First, ya gotta love the "eternally." When was the last time anyone used that word in a sentence? More important, however, is to study the sentence construction and note the double negative. If I'm going to be DELETED FROM the DO NOT CALL LIST -- that means I'm going to be ADDED to their CALL list. And, since the robo-cording said "eternally," I guess if one presses #3, you're going to get calls from these whacko-bunnies starting now and ending when Kingdom Comes or the Earth blows up or the Rapture starts or some such thing.
HA! I can envision it now. I'm driving along the interstate when the sky splits open and Gabriel starts blowing his horn. Without warning, all the "good Christians" get ripped thru the roofs of their SUVs -- buck nekid no less (no THAT's an alarming thought) -- and start floating into the sky.
Now, being a lapsed Anglican, I probably won't get called home by the Lord. At best, I can expect my clothes to go flying out the car window just before some atheistic State Trooper pulls me over for having a burned-out tail light. He'll start writing me a ticket for indecent exposure and voila, my hands-free, On Star® telecommunications system will announce an incoming message from the jokers at 269-477-2155 calling to confirm my order. (Wonder if they'll ask if I want fries with that?)
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE? Personally, I'd rather accept employment as a Wal-Mart greeter than trying to scam a few feeble old folks out of their last dollars as I assume these Bozoids are trying to do. Forget the Apocalypse, Armageddon, the Rapture, etc. America already has gone to Hades in a hand-basket.
Incidentally, apropos of absolutely nothing, I still contend that Barbara Bush doesn't exist. Never has, never will. Hint: Have you ever seen Barbara Bush and Dick Cheney in a photo together? Answer: no. NO SUCH PHOTO EXISTS. Why? Because Barbara Bush is Dick Cheney in drag. No. Really. Before you go getting all steamed up, think about it. Slather some pancake make-up on our former VP, add a white wig, some powder and cheap, faux pearl pop-beads and there ya go -- Barbara Bush. It's the jowls. The jowls give it away. C'mon, really. Wouldn't you think with the Bush and Cheney families being so close that Babs would have at least given a passing nod to basic etiquette and dropped in on Cheney to pay her respects during one of his repeated hospitalizations? But it has never happened. And now you know why.