I am a bad woman.
For the last week, we've been getting phone calls all.day.long from some NCO Financial. We didn't answer, hoping maybe they would just go away. But the phone kept ringing (15 times in 4 days) and driving me crazy. I knew it was a collection agency. No telemarketer is that persistant.
Finally, I started answering it. Of course, they were not looking for a Bill or a Michelle. They wanted Andrea. Patiently and politely I explained that there was no Andrea here. They would brusquely and rudely hang up the phone.
And the phone kept ringing.
This morning, I had had enough. I answered. I said that I was, in fact, Andrea. I said that I would be more than happy to mail a check today for my credit card which has been in default since April for more than $900.
This did not satisfy them. They wanted my bank account number.
"Are you crazy?" I exclaimed. "You called me. I'm not going to give out my bank account information to you."
I was passed over to a manager. We had the exact same conversation, including the indignation over them asking me for confidential information. The man assured me it was perfectly legitimate. I told him that all the scammers say that. He said he had all my information, so they must really work for the credit card company.
"Really?" I asked. "And what is my address?"
He named a town in Maryland.
"You realize you're calling a Virginia phone number, right?" He didn't seem to think that was relevant. I persisted in explaining that if they were so smart and "had all the right information" why did they keep calling a phone number where no Andrea lived.
"You mean, you're not Andrea?" he asked.
"No", I confessed, "but you people keep calling me all day long even though I keep telling you there is no Andrea here."
Now I know it's easy to think that he deserved it. After all, the company was harrassing me. But bill collectors are people too. There are other ways to stop annoying phone calls, and I didn't even have to pick up. I really can't justify lying, especially when I knew it would make somebody angry.
I wonder if he called his wife and complained about that obnoxious woman who was playing games at 9 am.
I just hope I live through Tuesday night. My church has confession during CCD and that will give me time to think of a good plenary indulgence. No point in spending any time in purgatory for a stupid prank.