CREEPY...

Halloween may be upon us, but I got CREEPED out late last night and it was not due to a spider or a ghost.

When I study, I turn my phone off as all good students do!  Right?  Anyway, if it is an especially long day, I don't check messages or phone calls until rather late.  I noticed a missed call and a message from Melbourne.  Two of Tinto's children live there now, but I did not recognize the number.  Hmmmmmmmm.  Then I thought it must be Tinto's oldest daughter ringing me from her place of work.  I had a bit of a panic...checked message...AND - Gheeeeez-Louuuuuise.


It was a mechanical sounding recording - advising me to ring the department immediately upon receiving message OR I WOULD BE JAILED.  I got chills.  Then, I got angry.  Could you imagine an EVEN older person...receiving this...not knowing WHAT to do...and RINGING back?  At that point, they would be suckered into God knows WHAT.  


I want to make a report, but, to WHOM?  I would RATHER punch the caller in the face for being so bold AND for being one of THE laziest criminals on the planet!  I mean, he sits back and lets his computer do the work and I BET there are people pulling out their credit cards paying him whatever amount he says is due.  


Naaaah, I really don't want to punch anyone - not my nature, but ..I wish I could help someone catch the bas_ _ _ _.


As an American woman said SO brilliantly, 'Ain't nobody got time fo dat' - Well Said.


Cheers,   

The Perturbed Blanco of The Roaming Stevens...

PS: Please excuse any typos and have a brilliant weekend.  I am off to work, but I cannot refer to this spectacular spot on the planet as work.  Sounds weird to say, 'Bye, My Love, I'm heading to FUN!' 😎😁❣️





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