The woman who used to have my home phone number has apparently amassed quite a few ducats of debt. So much so that my phone rings off the hook all day from creditors looking for Beverly [Redacted]. It seems that no matter how much or how many times I tell the callers that I am not her, she doesn't live here, I've never even heard of her, the calls just keep on coming. Because I work at home, I have taken to not answering my phone unless I recognize the caller ID, otherwise I could seriously spend a cumulative hour a day handling Beverly Redacted's dunning calls.
Recently, I've been receiving every half-hour calls from "Oklahoma" at a specific number. As thrilled as I was to be receiving a call from everyone in the great state of Oklahoma, the frequency was getting beyond insane. It got so ludicrous that I just finally threw up my hands and said, "I'm going to answer this so that Oklahoma will stop f***ing ringing my phone!"
Friends--if you, like me, are not in the demographic that routinely gets and avoids creditor phone calls, you will be as surprised as I was to learn the following: Apparently creditors no longer feel the need to call you directly. No, no. I picked up the phone and a recorded voice told ME to call 1-877-WHAT-EVA, ask for Ms. Price, and give the reference number 1277654099876-332. And then it hung up on me.
Lemme get this straight. You want me to pay YOU money that I don't even owe, and you want ME to call YOU in order to do so?! I don't get it. Does this approach work? Do the deeply-indebted credit card masses think they've won a timeshare in the Poconos? Do they think they've been invited to the studio audience of Deal or No Deal? Do they think that somehow money awaits THEM at the other end of that phone call? What on earth would possess anyone to call a number provided by an unnamed entity that couldn't even bring itself to pay an actual person to call your number. Who are the people who rush to find a pen to copy down the onerous 42-digit reference number, the 877 number, and "Ms. Price," the nom de guerre of the mysterious dunner out there in the ether?
I'm stunned. And, sadly, continuing to be dunned.