You know Heather?
She works for "cardholder services" and wants to talk to me about my credit card.
Yeah, "cardholder services."
And, no, there's not a problem with my credit card. Just that I'm "eligible for a lower interest rate" and I need to call her back quick, so that I don't lose out on this "opportunity." Oh, and I should consider this my "final notice" to "take advantage of these rates."
Now, I got a couple of credit cards. More than a couple, actually. Columbus Bank & Trust, Citi, Bank of America, CapitalOne ... yeah, more than I really need.
But, Heather may not know this, but I happen to know that Heather doesn't work for any of them.
First, it's obvious because it's an automated call. One of those "press one to be connected to a representative" kind of things.
My bank don't do that. None of the banks I have cards issued through do it either. At least, not to me.
And my banks don't show up on Caller ID as "Unknown Caller."
Anyhow, when Heather calls, it's a scam. What kind of scam, I don't know. But it's a scam.
I guess if I spoke with her, she'd tell me.
But there ain't no telling what I'd tell her. Probably something I couldn't write here at this little blog.
Maybe Susanne Jones has the best idea:
Every time I got one of those pesky calls, I went through the process to be connected to a representative. Once I had them on the line, I blew the whistle as loud as I could. For a while there I was even considering getting a foghorn to achieve a bigger effect.
I like the way she thinks.
Now, if you're a kind-hearted person, you might think that's a little mean. But, gosh, if the little minimum wage girls (like Heather) that are making these calls are just trying to make a living ... well, there are other ways.
There's burgers that need flipping.
And poles that need dancing on.