I love reading crime stories. Especially tales like this gem that features country music, a Super Walmart and a large man in overalls.
I only wish Jerry Reed were still with us to turn this into pure poetry. Like it deserves.
(Of course, the only thing I like better than crime stories is great satire. Make sure you click around a bit while you’re visiting the Country California site. Very nice.)
Presidents vs. Pierogies this weekend. Can’t wait. http://t.co/BNvLPSN
To my chagrin, I do. That’s why I thought it odd when several messages were left on our phone. The messages went something like this and came from a “wireless” number:
“Survey 2010. Do you own a small dog?”
Then silence as they awaited an answer, not knowing it was voice mail.
So the next time it rang, I picked up and enthusiastically said, “Yes, yes I do own a small dog.” I wanted to talk about my little Mullikins. To tell them what a fine small dog he is. And to figure out what their scam was.
But the line went dead after I answered. Maybe Mully wasn’t good enough.
Or maybe I shouldn’t have answered at all. The Consumerist postulates it’s a ruse to get a recording of you saying “yes” to something so the scammer can use it to prove you authorized something else.
So if you get a call like this, keep your small dog to yourself and refuse to share this secret information. Me? I’m waiting to see what the scammer will saddle me with based on a recording of me enthusiastically saying “Yes, yes I do own a small dog …”