I guess it was perversely entertaining to put terrible people through a few hoops and then be able to dash their hopes for ill-gotten gain.
The federal government called me yesterday. I was chosen to get money back on my taxes in the recovery plan. Hmmm. Here is the story: The 'feds' knew my address but didn’t have my name quite right but I said I was that person anyway. They said they wanted to get the tax money into my bank account right away...they didn’t mention how much. In a very official manner they gave me their ID Number and my Case Number 4747. They said I needed to give them the last 4 digits of my Social Security number. I obliged, giving them 4 digits from my dead mother’s social security number. They needed my date of birth, which I made up, Feb. 1, 1917. They asked for my bank account number, I gave them a phony number, and a second phony routing number. They also needed the name of my bank. Supplying them with all this wrong information was wearing thin so I said I have to go to the doctor and hung up as they were in mid sentence.
They kept calling back and calling back, I put a *57 trace on the number and proceeded to call the State Attorney’s office (they didn’t care, but suggested I call the Attorney General). Bill McCollum’s office said to hang up on them. Duh. I told them I am trying to stop them from doing this to someone else. I said: “Can’t you do something they are calling back?” There was nothing that they could/would do. I called the Miami Dade Police Dept. Office of the Director, Glenn Theobald, they didn’t care over there either.
I gave up on the authorities doing anything about the perpetrators who were in the act of trying to scam me.
No sooner did I hang up the phone when the scammers were calling again. This time they said I needed to do a voice verification as the final step to get the money into my account and they were putting their supervisor on for that. The supervisor said “When I say okay, say yes.” Apparently they needed some kind of voice verification to steal the money out of my fictional account. So when he said “Okay” I said: “No.” He said, “No you have to say yes.” I said “No-yes”. After being prepped again I said, “No-yes." He said “Just say “Yes.” So I said: “Yes I have Alzheimer’s.” He didn’t like that either and was clearly exasperated. I was bored again so I said “I have to go” and I hung up.
They kept calling and calling. I finally got on the phone with a disguised voice and said “What are you doing with an Alzheimer’s patient?” They didn’t know what Alzheimer’s was (I actually think they were from another country). I said that the person they had been talking to is not able to make decisions and that I was their guardian and that they were not to call again.
That was the end of the scam saga. I guess it was perversely entertaining to put terrible people through a few hoops and then be able to dash their hopes for ill-gotten gain.