A Sunday Chat with Myself—Dealing with Scammers

“I have heard that we are spirits having a human experience. Perhaps those of us who have no conscience are dark spirits having a human experience.”  —P.A. Speers

I just received another phone call today from a scammer (those guys are really getting persistent)! I’ve tried several ways to stop them from calling. I’ve got “Caller Block” on my phone, but that only limits me to less than a dozen  calls, and there are a lot more then a dozen scammers out there!

I’ve got “Caller Display” on my phone and so have tried just not answering the phone when I suspect it’s a scammer. That doesn’t seem to work either, because they’ll just keep calling back at different times, hoping to catch me when I’m home—and hopefully answer the phone.

I’ve tried answering these calls and  being extremely rude to them, and that doesn’t work. In fact, I think it’s because, next to the love  these scammers have for scamming you out of your money, the second best thing they seemingly enjoy is listening to your angry tirades. For some time I wondered, why? Why would any person in their right mind listen repeatedly to your angry remarks about him? When was enough, enough, and just hang up? Finally it dawned on me. These guys are sociopaths, so unlike a normal person who gets a “feel good” feeling when they’ve done something nice for you, these sociopaths are the opposite. They get their jollies when know they’ve upset you! When you “give them a piece of your mind,” so to speak, they could happily listen to you all day! I tried something different on today’s caller. I  truncate my conversation.

Me, picking up phone: “Hello!”

Scammer Claiming to be from Microsoft: “Hello. May I speak to Albert Schindler, please?”

Me: “Speaking!”

SCM:”I am calling from Microsoft. Norton tells us that you have some bad files on your computer.”

Me: “Oh, I’m so glad that you called. I’m so lonely today, and I need someone to talk to.”

SCM: ” … hello … are you by your computer?”

Me: “You have such a nice, pleasant voice! It’s such a pleasure talking to you!”

SCM: “Do you know that you have some bad files on your computer?”

Me: “I don’t have a computer—but please don’t let that stop you from talking to me. I have this really big problem with my wife—I think she keeps ignoring me— and I need to talk to someone, and you seem like such a nice person!”

SCM: “I think I will hang up now.”

SCM” “Oh, please don’t hang up! Won’t you help me? I really need someone to talk to! Please, please continue to talk to me!

SCM: <click>

Me: (to myself) I think I just ruined a sociopath’s day!

“Compassionate people need to know there are everyday people who take pleasure in hurting others.”  —P.A. Speers

About Albert Schindler

I was born on the 27th of February, 1931, on a farm near Hubbard, Saskatchewan. As far back as I can remember I had a spirit that would not stay earthbound. In junior high, I remember taking first place for a short story in which I described my terrifying encounter with a dinosaur. In outer space – that is, when the teacher wasn’t directly speaking to me, I went where Buck Rogers wouldn’t dare go. I was more of a Calvin in Calvin and Hobbes type of guy, with my own, personal, very powerful, transmogrifyer always at the ready. In my ‘teens and twenties, I pushed aside my Calvin alter ego in favour of making a living and didn’t take seriously again my ‘writer’s bug’ until my late 30s. I still saw that the world as full of exciting things to learn and investigate, which my writing reflected in the several articles and a couple of short fiction pieces that I wrote and sold, including over 30 children’s radio plays for Alberta’s ACCESS Radio. Unfortunately, I abandoned my budding writing career in favour of starting my own business as a sign painter. Now that I can officially call myself ‘retired,’ I plan to resume my writing career, only this time, writing mostly fiction. Why fiction? I have lead a great, adventurous life in which I made many mistakes (the ‘adventure’ in life), that have taught me some very important lessons and allowed my spirit to grow to unimaginable proportions, inconceivable to me while still in my thirties. In fiction, I believe, one can adventure into both the inner and outer consciousness of man and the universe to infinite levels where only the boldest dare peak. Convention holds that article writing has to be factual – oh, you can be creative in how you present your information, but ‘fact’ (whatever that means) still must have its parameters in article writing, whereas fiction is limited only by the size of a writer’s spirit, and so far, I haven’t been able to fathom my limit.
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