“Good evening! Is Mr. Ordoveza in?” (My uncle, not me.)
“Not right now, sorry. Who’s calling?”
“This is (unintelligible) Publisher’s House. Could you get a pen and paper and take this Very Important Message?”
“Pen and paper… pen and paper… (Sincere rummaging) Can’t seem to find any… just a moment… ”
“Fine, be that way. You just threw away his million dollars.” CLICK.
My yelled response censored for your protection.
Well, I just got my first taste of American phone spam. No, it was not good for me.