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
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more silence
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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:
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more silence
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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
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more silence
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click
click
Goodbye
dial tone
Shit.
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