Yeah - this requires the same common sense that people fail to execute on fishing e-mails.
How stupid do you have to be? Oh, wait...
Sounds like the same outfit that called a McDonald’s manager, told him that they were a cop and one of his burger flippers was guilty of shoplifting. Told him to take her into custody, bind her hands, and undress her to search for stolen goods. He complied fully. Last thing I heard the manager was in the slammer.
I hate to admit this.. but as a kid (13-15) we would call randon numbers from the phone book and tell them that because they were such good customers, they had received an additional 6 feet of phone line, and all they had to do was pull on the line and it would come out of the wall..... we WAITED FOR THE “ click” AND WE KNEW WE WERE SUCCESSFULL
This is the electric company. Is your refrigerator running? Well you better go catch it.
Hello Acme Liquor store, do you have Prince Albert in a can? Well you better let him out.
This is like Jerky Boys Gone Wild.
My best prank was played against my neighbor....the kind of guy who would yell at me when my ball happened to roll onto his lawn. He’d confiscate it and tell me I wasn’t getting it back. I was only like 10, so it really bothered me. One day, he left and I swung into action. I had bought a small screw in eye hook, and a small washer. I painted both white, which happened to match the trim of his house. I then ran over to his house with a stepladder and screwed the eye hook into his window trim above his bedroom window. I then tied some mono filament fishing line to the washer, and threaded the fishing line through the eye hook. I then threw my roll of fishing line over the telephone wires and hid the spool some 200 to 300 yards across the road in a wooded area. That night, when he had returned, I started pulling on the fishing line, so that the washer would bounce against his storm window. After a while, he came outside and looked all around his window with a flashlight, but as soon as I had seen him coming, I had pulled the washer up tight against the eye hook. I kept this act up for a half hour or so, until a police cruiser arrived, at which point the prank ended and I snuck home. The next day the fishing line, eye hook and washer were gone, but I sure had fun making his life miserable for an hour or so.
R.V. Jones (chief of scientific intelligence for RAF during the Battle of Britian) tells of his graduate school days at Cambridge in the 1930s with Karl Bosch (one of the Sohn in Karl Bosch und Söhne). Jones watched and listened as Bosch called up some local pretending to be from the telephone company and gave instructions for helping to isolate a fault on the line. Jones intervened when he told the victim to place the telephone receiver in a bucket of water. He succeeded at least in part by initially making seemingly innoculous requests and incrementally upping the ante.
In a few years they would be facing each other accross the ether in a deadly game of bluff and deception. Jones used the story to illustrate how electronic warfare in the early days was very much like a confidence game. For instance, the Germans were jamming British radar in Malta very effectively. When the jamming started, the British operators would switch off their transmitters and wait for it to stop. When the RAF consulted Jones as to what to do, he told them to not turn off their transmitters. They complied and after a while the Germans stopped jamming them. After the war, Jones interviewed General Martini, the head of electronic warfare for Luftwaffe. He asked Jones how they ever burned through that jamming in Malta. Jones reply, “We didn’t.” It quickly dawned on Martini that he had been pwned.
They sound a lot like the Democrats.