One thing I love about BFAP is that he is a man of action. He takes it upon himself to do all sorts of things at lightning speed. Like frantically painting the house, that's frantically, not carefully. It's a useful and endearing trait.
So it was with great enthusiasm that he took on the fraudulent letter I received telling me I had won a Spanish lottery (I hope it was fraudulent, 700,000 euro would come in handy). The bizarre spelling of my name was his first clue. 'O'Bocharpaigh, let me see where have I seen that written? I know, it's the ESB! They've sold your details to a fraud company! No wait, it's Eircom! THEY'VE sold your details! I'll ring them up right now' he said with delight.
'Hello, yes I'd like to make a complaint ... you've sold my personal details to a fraud company ... I know they got the details from you because you both spell my name incorrectly ... Yes, it's O' B_o_c_h_a_r_p ... '
He smiles with glee as he holds the line and awaits their excuse. He's caught them red handed.
'Hello, yes? The phone book? Oh ... they got my address from the phonebook? Oh oh, em no I'm not supposed to be listed, oh well, never mind, we'll live with it, no no, that's fine, no nothing else, okay bye, thanks.'
I giggle about it for hours 'Hello! I'd like to report a fraud, yes Fraud!'
'Well, Miss I went to Cambridge, you didn't spot that it was the phone company either!'
And yes I did ask to be listed in the phone book, I'm the only O'Bocharpaigh in there.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
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