At least twice now someone going by the name of “Joe” has called from “the gifting center” with an Appleton phone number.
His first question was, “can you hear me okay.”
Of course I didn’t fall for that trick, to get my voice recorded saying, “yes.”
The question remains. Am I still paranoid if they are really out to get me, or am I paranoid because they are out to get me?
Skimming, phishing, spam, shimming, evil twin attacks and the like have proven, to me at least, that they are definitely out to get me.
Every time I Google a topic, I immediately get incessant ads for any and all products even remotely related to the search.
I have no idea how a scantily clad female in a “plunge V-neck backless play suit,” can be the result of an online trip to Cabelas.
Videos in an endless loop pop up with no conceivable way to close them, except to close out the link. For the record I will never, I repeat never, buy a “Bissell Little Green Portable Spot and Stain Cleaner, 1400m…”
I’m tearing up the carpet.
I get marketing, really I do. But their intrusion into my life has become personal. They can’t be doing this to everyone.
When I click the link to “unsubscribe” it only gets worse.
Now that my credit card companies have finally imbedded a chip to defeat the skimmers at the gas pump and ATM, a new gadget called a “shimmer” has been found inserted into the card reader.
It defeated my chip.
It’s like they know what I’m doing before I even do it.
They, the other “they” insist that I check my credit rating and reports once a year through the big three credit reporting agencies.
Yeah, like Equifax?
My phone texts me with special offers from an unknown number that cannot be blocked. Only an unidentified number to call…
My driver’s license information has been sold, according to the Department of Motor Vehicles.
I’m not worried about that so much. They’ll have to take a number-and wait for “Counter D-8.”
The fraudsters have gotten very clever, using names and phone numbers that appear to be familiar. Like Joe from Appleton, WI with a 920 area code.
I don’t know anyone from Appleton. Why do they keep calling me?
Every now and then, it’s obvious that they are not from around here.
“Mr. Willoson, I like to be …….”
I got another suspicious email the other day from: email@example.com.
“Comrade: I have deleted all of your personal information from our databases. Your social security number, bank account numbers, names of family members and addresses, along with your dog’s rabies shot record.”
“You don’t have enough to steal.”
“Joe” called again the other day. I responded by saying, “No I don’t hear you Joe, but I know where you live and I will come to get you.”