Yesterday I got a call from my grandson. “Hi grandma,” said this deep voice. And I said, “I didn’t have children, therefore I don’t have any grand children, and you can fuck off.” And I hung up.
And Ed got a call from his granddaughter a while back and told her she should work on her intro because she wasn’t very good at it.
Or I wonder if I should just string the caller along, pretend to be sucked in, promise to send him the money I know he will ask for, get details that can be traced, and turn everything over to the fraud hotline agents.
Or I could say, “Joey, I’m so glad you called. When did they release you from prison? Are you off the drugs? Did you know that Melanie had the baby? “
There’s a whole list of possibilities. I’m going to dwell on this. And you all thought getting older was just more downers.