Sellephone

 

Remember when a nice man from Nigeria used to call you and offer to give you money? All you had to do was give him your checking account number, and the routing number, and he’d put thousands of dollars right into your account. I think he may have retired on the money he got from gullible people; at least he hasn’t called me lately.

He has been replaced, however, by a whole score of folks calling to offer me things I don’t want or warning me about terrible dangers that I must protect myself against. Or offering to cure ailments I don’t have. And I’m really tired of interrupting whatever I’m doing (even if I’m not enjoying it much) to answer the darn phone.