My phone’s been blowing up – with incoming calls from overseas tech-scam artists who are trying to remotely gain access to my computer and get my credit card number; and from the same person who’s been wrong-number-dialing me for at least a year.
It’s been a big week for the struggle. It looks like I’ve finally scared the tech thugs away. And after this text-message exchange (that didn’t last nearly as long as I would have liked it to), I doubt I’ll be hearing from the Maryland-based wrong number ever again:
Maryland: Aye bro how much u want for that spider ski pants
Maryland: U said u want 480 for tha pants only dam bro u should let me hold these down for that winter and I got 100 for u
Me: U gotta point. How much total $$ u thinkin?
Maryland: 100 nigga
Me: For pants like this? How bout a cool $160? Sale of the century
[At this point, I feverishly changed my voicemail greeting so, if he called to discuss the transaction/bargain he was getting, he wouldn’t hear my name or voice.]
Me: When u need em by?
I never got my answer.
Dear Santa . . .
3 days ago