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Once when I was about 19, circa 1981, a scruffy young man sat next to me on a city bus and struck up a very fast acquaintance. He was kind of a hick. He said he and his brother had found a case of computer microchips by the side of the road that had fallen off a truck.
So he and his brother had wired a big bunch of these CPU chips up to a TRS-80 machine to make (not his actual words) a kind of homemade super-computer. And I should come home with him to see this thing and play video games on it, because its gaming performance was amazing. They had it out in the barn, and it was a blast.
I didn't believe a word of it, but acted like I did and I just didn't have the time to go there. I have sometimes wondered what would have befallen me if I'd been more credulous and gone to the home of my new friend. He might have been a harmless, lonely nut, but who knows.
Ever had a day like that?
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This is one difference in our characters. A heavy iron door will slam down the moment some stranger tries the overly friendly, assumed familiarity routine on me (calling me "buddy" or "pal"). It's like a verbal abuse of personal space, and many salesmen do it. So although a few cretins have approached me, I tend to shut them off very quickly, then not turn my back on them until well out of range.
I like to play it safe rather than possibly switch a stranger into an aggressive mode. Sometimes that means playing dumb so he'll go on playing friendly.
You'd either be in landfill, a basement dungeon or a penthouse.
Yeah, the smart money is on landfill. On my best day I wasn't dungeon material. Who am I kidding.
I assume we're all agreed there was no way that guy had an actual super-computer humming away in his barn. No technical way, even if a case of CPU's really did fall off a truck, which itself is preposterous.
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We are all dungeon material.
And sometimes the point is for those interested in such things to simply pick random victims.
Sadly, there is precedent.
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Ever Been Lured by a Weirdo?
No, but I still have a few 'test subjects' chained up down below!
Which reminds me...feeding time.
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Ever Been Lured by a Weirdo?
No, but I still have a few 'test subjects' chained up down below!
Which reminds me...feeding time.
good one kev.
I was gonna say Most people that ever reply to my posts already are!! Ha ha. Luckily, few do.
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Oct 13, 2015 - 1:06 AM
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Smitty
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A whole bunch of times, just lately. I've been called by gentlemen with heavy Indian accents, posing as employees variously of Dell, Microsoft and the Bell Telephone Company (can you believe that one?), advising me that it had been determined somehow that my poor little computer had been adversely affected by some sort of malware on the internet which made it necessary that I allow this person to link into my computer and install some software to rectify the situation. The very first time one of them called, before I began to read about the scam in newspapers and Consumer Reports, I came very close to falling for it, but at the last minute told him that I didn't have time to deal with it just then. Apparently many others have taken the bait (and the pitch was rather convincing) and are now in the cyber version of that landfill where Zap almost ended up, all of their personal data and credit card numbers and passwords (and control of their computers) stolen for the pleasure and larcenous intentions of some bad guys with Indian accents!
Tax phone scams have very recently made a big comeback, whereby the caller claims to be from the IRS and states that the victim is in serious legal trouble due to owing back taxes. The victim is then told that they can rectify the problem by conveniently making a quick payment over the phone.
People continue to fall for it. It is still hard for me to accept that so many can be so damn gullible.
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Hey joanie, im surprised the married surname hubby gave you was Huey - imagine being known as Mrs Gullible!! Ha ha.
Tell your hubby that my company based in nigeria is reimbursing everyone married to a Joan - he just needs to let me have his address, bank details and his mothers maiden name and i will make things happen!! Ha ha.
Edwzoomom - when you reply to me if your weirdo detector dont go in the red and start smoking, it needs new batteries!!
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