Robocalls

I’m in the bathroom, the phone rings and my wife is out picking up grandchildren from school. I open the door, run across the bedroom and grab the phone and blurt out, “Hello”? A voice answers, “This is Linda with Master Card/Discover credit card services …”

I’m driving in my car and my phone rings. I think it might be important so I pull over and find my phone. I press answer and hold it to my ear, “Hello?” I say. “Hi, this is Tony” says the voice on the other end, “with an important message about your credit …”

I’m in my recliner taking a nap when I am jarred awake by my phone ringing. The number on my caller I.D. is a local exchange so I figure it’s someone I know. I don’t recognize the number but I haven’t memorized everyone’s phone number. I say hello and a voice on the other end states “This is the IRS. You have a judgment against you, and you have three days to reply or face penalties or possibly imprisonment …”

Welcome to 2019. With number spoofing, the phone is now a weapon of deception. A study by the Federal Communications Commission projects that almost half of the cell calls that will be received this year are going to be spam. These junk calls with their uninvited robot-voices are designed to get your money or information. The governments “do not call list” isn’t helping. There is no reason to tell them not to call again either. They just spoof another number and call again.

It has gotten so bad that I carry both my cell phone and my cordless phone with me when I am home. I have to do this because the provider of my chemo drug will call me to schedule my monthly delivery and I don’t want to miss their call.

Just how did it come to this? Time was, a ringing phone indicated that someone I knew wanted to talk with me. Why else would they have my phone number? Sure I got a few prank phone calls, with a last name like Rug I expected them, but I didn’t get them very often.

Today though, it’s not even a person calling you anymore. It’s a computer program that can dial hundreds of people an hour. I am constantly called by telemarketers, credit card people, and political campaigns. They all combine to annoy me with unwanted calls and that doesn’t include all the scams, frauds and illegal schemes that stay just one step ahead of the overworked regulation agencies.

This field has grown so much that the scam artists can now create a spoofed number that looks like someone you might know or impersonates a business person that you might know.

According to a CNN article, “A scammer could call you from what looks to be a familiar number and talk to you using a voice that sounds exactly like your bank teller, saying they’ve found suspicious activity on your account. You’re then tricked into ‘confirming’ your mother’s maiden name, your address, your card number and PIN number.”

This is terrific, one more thing for me to worry about besides stolen passwords, identity theft, and credit card fraud and fake news.

I signed up for the “Do Not Call Registry” and thought that this would stop these calls. Silly me. The Do Not Call Registry is a big joke today, useless against robocalls and offshore individuals that laugh at this attempt to reduce the “garbage calls” as we call them. While writing this article I received three robocalls that interrupted me.

An FCC report stated that progress was being made but another report indicated that robocalls were up 57 percent in 2018 from 2017. An increase of 57 percent doesn’t sound like much progress to me.

The FCC is now requiring that the phone companies implement a technology called SHAKEN/STIR. This makes sure that the number you see on your phone is a real number and not a “spoofed” one.  I am sure that by the time this technology is put into service by the phone carriers that there will be a new scam. I know from my days picking locks and hacking that anything that was built by a man can be defeated by a man.

All of this has made people disregard phone calls altogether, checking the display, frowning in disgust and refusing to answer. This is not a great solution though. Say, you’re on your way home after work. It’s a Friday night and your cell phone rings. You look at the number and it doesn’t look like anyone you know so you press ignore.

The next day, your best friend calls. “Hey, you won’t believe this. Someone gave me four court side tickets to the game last night. I tried calling you on Bill’s phone, but you didn’t answer. It was awesome! Sorry you missed it.”

Alexander Graham Bell is in heaven looking at this and thinking, “What the heck happened?” And then, his heavenly phone rings and he hears a voice that says, “This is the IRS. We are calling to inform you that an arrest warrant has been issued in your name …”

Norb is an independent journalist from Lockport. Previously published in the Niagara Gazette.

No more sweating the small things.

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As I hit my seventies and suspect the number of years I have left here on planet Earth is probably a single digit, I have discovered a number of things. One of them is that fewer things irritate me.

I used to hate mimes. Now, I couldn’t care less. I don’t see a big call for mimes nowadays, so personally I don’t think it is a very good career choice. If a mime wants to waste his time pretending he can’t talk or hear and is locked in an invisible box, it is his choice. I can name all the mimes I know on just one finger: Marcel Marceau. The only way a mime can irritate me is if she blocks my way, but that’s less about her being a mime and more about her just being in my way.

Spending six bucks for a cup of coffee doesn’t bother me anymore, I just don’t buy it. When I think back, I can’t believe how much money I wasted on this hot, brown liquid. Surely there were better things I could have spent my hard-earned money on. I figure there must be a lot of money to be made selling coffee in this day and age, as evidenced by the number of Starbucks, Tim Horton’s and Dunkin’ Donuts stores around.
People don’t annoy me as much any more. They used to, but I have learned to turn and walk away. There is no reason to let someone else raise my blood pressure; I realize that arguing is senseless. As long as I know I am right, I don’t have to prove it to anyone else. Sometimes silence is the best rebuttal.
Internet trolls used to irk me, but now they don’t. If they have the time to read an article like this one in its entirety and then spend more time composing a comment to let me know that reading my post was a big waste of their time, that my opinion was wrong and that I am an idiot for posting it, I feel sorry for them. I now see the humor in their derogatory responses, and I admit I will sometimes post a passive-aggressive reply just to fan the flames. Yes, this is just the opposite of walking away, but I am entitled to have some fun.
People telling me to have a nice day used to bug me. OK, having someone tell me to have a nice day is acceptable, but I don’t need it regurgitated at me as company policy. It is much better if the sentiment is heartfelt. These days I try to get ahead of every clerk, cashier and server and tell them to have a nice day before they drop this plastic sentiment on me. I have gotten quite good at discerning when someone is going to say this to me and have made it my own personal game of verbal one-upmanship to beat them to the draw.
It used to irritate me when someone stayed angry with me. I finally figured out this was their way of trying to maintain control over me. Now I will take responsibility for my actions and apologize if I have wronged or hurt someone. I will offer to make it right, but if they hold a grudge past that, I no longer have the time to worry about it. I’ve had a lifetime of drama already. It will probably eat at them longer than I will be around. In my mind, the problem has been resolved and the kerfuffle associated with it will have taken off like an arsonist from a fire.
Aggressive drivers no longer annoy me. If I have someone sitting on my rear bumper, I will purposely slow down and let them pass. Obviously their time is more important than mine. During the winter, I used to tell Thruway drivers, “See you in the ditch” as they sped by — and on more than one occasion I was right. I never realized I was doing this until I was driving with my daughter in the winter one day, someone flew by us and she said, “See you in the ditch.” My jaw hit the floor. She said she had learned this from me. Oh well, there are worse things she could have learned from me.

Telemarketers who “spoof” their phone numbers used to rub me the wrong way, but I have learned how to have fun with them, too. I sometimes tell them they are “on the air” and ask whether they know the radio KRZY word of the day. Occasionally, I will ask if they are calling about my lost dog. I seldom get this all out before I hear a dial tone.
Once I even told a spammer I had to put him on hold, then I put the phone down on my end table, went to my kitchen and had lunch. When I got back he had hung up. I think this is more effective than asking to be put on a “Do Not Call” list because, once burned, they seldom call back.
In short, I no longer sweat the small things, and this has made my life a whole lot easier.
But as I look at it now, most things are small things.

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