Like many of you, I’ve been hearing about clever telephone scams victimizing senior citizens by taking thousands of dollars from them through a variety of fictitious scenarios.
Admittedly, I have been critical of those who fell for such obvious frauds as the driveway sealer or house paint that washed off in the first rainfall or the bogus call from Social Security about overpayments.
Telemarketers are the biggest nuisance in my life. I hear friends and family complain about the ingenious methods used to trick us into answering those calls.
No one has been able to explain how those cunning crooks got my cell number or how they can make it appear on caller ID that an incoming call is from a local number.
In fact, I recently got a call that my caller ID said was coming from a number listed to my neighbor who died several months ago. I didn’t want to relive that family’s grief by telling them about the call.
Last week our house phone rang one evening at dinner. The caller ID reflected the 606 area code. I assumed it was someone we knew.
The connection was not the best. I could barely hear the person calling. Finally, I determined that it was a young woman. She said she was my granddaughter and that she needed help.
Thinking it might be a prank call from one of my two granddaughters who go to college in Ohio, I asked if the call was coming from Cincinnati where the older coed is a student at UC.
The caller responded by saying again that she was in trouble. I detected a foreign dialect and then she totally blew her cover by frantically addressing me as “Grandpa”.
That’s because all 18 of my grandkids call me “Papaw”.
(Keith can be reached at email@example.com).