A Friend Of A Friend
My home phone, which I keep because the security system uses it, started ringing at 5:45am. Yes, I was asleep. I don’t get to it quickly enough and the answering machine picks it up. The person hangs up. Then I hear my mobile phone start ringing downstairs…must be some kind of family emergency, so I make it downstairs in time to hear the home phone start up again.
I answer, still half asleep and half scared that something big has happened.
Me: “Hello”?
It’s a friend of a friend, who I barely know.
Fake Friend: Hi, do you have a second? I can’t get my laptop on my home wireless, and I really need to check to make sure my flight is on time”.
Me: “Who is this again”?
Fake Friend: I’m a friend of James’s. We met at a bar a couple of weeks ago. My Internet’s down and I remembered you’re in IT so I looked up your number and gave you a ring. Can you help me real quick?
I hung up, after screaming at him for a bit.