I remember a phone call I got from “Mr. Brown” back when my daughter was 16 or 17. “Mr. Brown” was calling to tell me my daughter was staying overnight with “Suzie” and they (he and Mrs. Brown) would be home all night.
It was a kid, one of her male friends and the whole bunch of them were concocting a fictitious sleep over. I laughed my butt off right back at him and just sat there and waited for the whole thing to break down. I ended the call telling “Mr. Brown” to make sure he tells Jennifer to get her ass back home by curfew or there would be hell to pay.
I'm waiting for one of these calls about one of my “relatives”....just waiting patiently
Seeing I'm the only one in the family with any money to speak of, I moved my family to a new home, didn't tell anyone where we moved to and no longer have a landline (cellphones that are all burners.)
I made sure they're not calling me. :-)
“When I pick up my home phone, I answer quickly. If I do not get a reply within one second, I hang up. That pretty much traps out the phone bank marketers.”
That used to work, combined with hitting the # button furiously during the short gap (messed up their digital database to show a nonworking number or something). Now, the very instant I pick up, it’s Bridget or Carla from Credit Card Services or some such thing. Pisses me off to no end. My mother is having serious health issues out of state and the family communites via landline phone. These harassing calls throw off your mental balance for a moment.
And the National Do Not Call List is a joke. Does it even still exist?