My phone wants to kill me

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Automated calls. We’ve all had them. But what do you do when they go wrong with rather comedic results?

We’ve had a spate of those automated phishing calls to our landline recently. Up to six a day. You know the type, when you pick up the receiver and an incredibly polite female voice with robotic intonation delivers the spam message like this:

silence

more silence

click
Hello. We’re calling about the recent… accident you had as you may be eligible for compensation…

If it’s not an accident-I’ve-had, it’s this variety:

silence

more silence

click
Hello. This is your internet service provider. We’re sorry but your service will be disconnected due to an unpaid bill…

Yeay, yeah, right. Before any more spiel is unveiled, I usually put the phone down and go back to whatever I was doing.

Today was different.

Today, my phone wants to kill me.

Or someone does.

This was the message the ever-so-polite lady delivered:

silence

more silence

click
click
Goodbye
dial tone

Shit.

Speak up at the back

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