So . . .

I get a call this morning from an automated system that says I need to call the "Law offices of Jackson Charter and Collins"

I bite . . .

I call and asked what number I dialed.

"I don't know, whatever was on your automated message"
"well, sir, we have a lot of extensions . . . do you know which called you."
"No, what is this regarding?"
"Well, we need to know what extension to find that out"
"Okay, so you have a bunch of automated calls going out?"
"Yes, can you tell me what number you called?"

I finally look at my phone and tell her.

I get transferred.

"Good Morning sir, can I get your social?"
"No, what is this regarding?"
"Well, I won't know until I look up your file?"
"Okay . . . and for that you need my social . . ."
"Yes, sir."
"What COULD this be regarding?"
"Sir, I won't know unless I get your social"
"What does this law firm specialize in?"
"Alot of of different things, can I please have your social?"

OKAY, NOW THIS IS GETTING FUCKED UP . . .

"No, you can't, if you can't tell my what realm this could remotely be in, then no, you can't have my social"
"Sir listen, my time is valueable as I'm sure you're is to..."
"You have no idea."
"...But I can't find out anything until I get a social."

I give them a fake social and say:

"What is this regarding?"
"Okay, now can I get your name?"
"How about I just give you credit card numbers right now?"
"Excuse me?"
"You can't have my name."
"Sir you can either give me your name or just find out what this is about later in court."
"Honey, you're going to have to be much better at this next time"
"Excuse me?"
"You'll have to try just a little bit harder if you want to pull this off, you're pretty bad at this."
"Have a good day sir."
"Go fuck yourself."
Click.

I call back.

"Jackson, Charter and Collins, can I help you?" (or whatever the fuck it was)
"Yes, what law firm is this?"
"Jackson, Charter and Collins . . ."
"I couldn't quite understand you, could you spell that?"
"Who is this?"
"This is someone who got a call from you and wants to look you kids up."
"Do you know Keisha?"
" . . . . No . . . . I don't know Keisha . . ."
"Then disregard the call."
Click.



Wow . . . that was a hell of a morning . . . I then called the FTC or FBI or someone and told them . . . nothing will be done, but shit . . . that was a hell of an experience . . .

Moral of the story . . . if you try to steal my identity, you better have a better line than "we specialize in a lot of things."

Bitch.