I got a call about an online order I had made from a yarn store. They asked for my order number so I tried to find the email. But I couldn’t find the email. They put on hold music while I searched for the email, trying different words and combinations of words.
I tried to find it for an hour. People came in and tried to talk to me – my mom, my dad, my kids. I told them I was busy so they had to come back later.
Then finally a guy yelled over the hold music (a different person than I had talked to originally) and asked why I had called. I said they had called me. He said it was fine, he was tech support, what is the problem?
Then I realized the whole thing was a scam. I had spent an hour trying to find an email for a scammer. And I was fully prepared for them to say “if you can’t find the order number, let’s look up the order using your info” and tell them all my info.
We talked for awhile, though I couldn’t really hear him since the hold music was so loud. I tried to ask if he knew of Kitboga, and say that he should try to do something better with his life.
Finally I hung up the phone, and somehow it was a 1920s style phone. I opened up the mouthpiece and there was water inside. I poured out the water and told Chancey that when I die, this was one of the places he should look for hidden money.