Well Then........

I seem to have hit a nerve.

If you click through to yesterday's comments you'll see that I'm not alone in being spammed in ever more sophisticated ways.  That Olga received the same letter from a different name suggests a data base of brilliant older women who recognize nonsense when they see it.  

Carol, like TBG and I, has a landline.  Hers, like ours, is bombarded with spam.  Comcast/Xfinity labels lots of it as spam, but it still rings and rings and, sometimes it gets into my voice mail.

The worst is when TBG gets involved. Like Terry, he tends to believe what he's being told.  During Pandemica, I found myself reminding him that he was allowed to hang up the phone.  

That's what's so insidious about this.  They are getting more and more sophisticated.  The texts with misspellings and grammar with an Eastern European bent are easy to delete, and so are the gmails and the voice mails.  But it's the moment of Oh No What Now??? when my eyes first alight that I resent.

The ones arriving snail mail, in the ominous envelopes, with FINAL NOTICE BEFORE CANCELLATION in red emblazoned above the address label (often misspelled, but somehow, delivered), that send my blood pressure soaring the most.

These are nerves that should not be touched.