The tale you are about to hear is true.
The phone rings.
The voice I hear has a thick Indian accent. Dot, not feather. It could have been Gandhi himself calling from a pay phone in Mumbai. If Gandhi wasn't dead.
He says, "Hello, Mr Bagwell?".
I respond with silence. He hesitates.
He continues, because its his job.
He says, "I'm calling from the Home something something" (I forget). I snap, "The what?", all rude like.
He repeats and goes on, his confidence slipping. "We are looking for homeowners. Are you the homeowner?"
I say, mysteriously. "I cannot divulge that information. Security is paramount".
Silence. Four seconds.
Click.
And that, my hearties, is how its done.
*bows*
Five dollars.
Now, down to business. New thread, eh? Its nice.
