Phishing. From Far Away.
Hello?" I said.
No answer--but I could vaguely hear something.
One more try. "Hello?"
"I need to talk to Andre Brown," he said, sounding like an Indian Queen.
That's gay pride. Not royalty.
"I need to talk to Ms. Andre Brown," he said, slightly more whiney than before.
Seeing that there was no Ms. Andre Brown, my fraud alert kicked in. Seemed like a telemarketer. From a far away land. He had clearly been instructed to sound urgent. But instead, he was sounding like a little bitch.
I was amused.
"It's not Ms. It's Mr. He's not home. Can I take a message?"
"Yes. I'm calling because your computer sent out a signal that there's a problem."
Here we go. Snicker.
"Why are you laughing ma'am?!"
Wait. Did he just say what I thought he said? He couldn't have. So I asked, "What?"
"Why are you laughing ma'am?!!"
Oh, no he didn't. This dude who just cold called me, in a clear attempt to rob me of something, is now verbally reprimanding me? That can't be. Can it? So I asked again.
"Why am I laughing?"
"Yes. Why are you laughing ma'am. This is a serious matter. Your computer is in danger."
Couple of things buddy. I'm laughing because you're clearly an international hoser. Your acting skills suck, as well as your choice of profession.
You've also called the East Coast. We're skeptics by nature. As well as street wise. You will not be receiving any personal data by me. In fact. I'm going to taunt you. I've decided my goal now is to make you hang up first.
"Really? How did you figure that out?" I asked.
"Through the internet. If you just give me a minute ma'am. I can show you."
Seriously dude. Clearly you didn't pick up on the sarcasm in my tone. Do you really think that I'm believing your story. Any piece of it?
All lost in translation.
And now you're insulting my intelligence. Which you shouldn't do. Because this will come out of my mouth, and I will quickly become the loser at my own game. "Don't ever call here again or I will report your number to the authorities," I said.
No worries chap. If you were a good student, you would have come away with a little somethin' somethin'. But it was a bit more subtle than my social security number, so I doubt you picked up on it.
That inflection in my voice, right before I hung up?
That was the tone you were looking for in the first place.