I’ve come out of blogging retirement lately, not because I’ve become bored with the use of medical marijuana for all my ills and suffering, but because something really pissed me off, and what better way to vent than by blogging about it. One of the worst things that can happen to ya when you’re enjoying the therapeutic benefits of herbal medications, is to get a phone call from someone trying to sell ya something. And even more worse (not to be confused with even more wurst, which often times happens when the ‘munchies’ kick in), is getting a phone call from someone trying to rip you off right in the middle of ‘In A Gadda Da Vida’.
A while ago, I got a phone call from someone with a thick Indian accent, stating that they were a “windows technician”, and that there were some virus files on my computer which needed immediate fixing, and that they would walk me through a repair if I’d immediately get on my computer and follow their directions. Oh shit! Even though I wasn’t blogging any more, I still had a ton of music mp3’s saved, and would hate it if I lost all that good music from the 60’s. But then I started thinking: Since when does Corporate America ever call ya to replace the shoddy crap they’re sold unless they’re threatened by a class-action lawsuit? I decided to pass.
Well, I did a little research and found that the latest phone scam was persons posing as ‘Windows technicians’ trying to gain access to your computer via this fix scam, and thereby access all your valuable information like passwords, bank accounts and XXX rated emails from horny housewives and Asian hotties. Phew…glad I dodged that bullet.
Sure as shit, a few days latter, I get another call from a “Windows technician” with same spiel. Thick Indian accent, I could almost smell the curry wafting over my phone line. Reminded me of a few cheap motels I’ve stayed in. Playing along, I let them go on a bit, then layed into them. Asking how things were in India (pronounced In-ja), was it monsoon season, and accusing them of being criminals, questioning whether this shit was legal over there. Really ripped them a new one. But, they got in the last word. The guy on the other end called me a ‘mother-fucker’ and hung up.
Okay, I was pissed. Maybe he was technically correct in calling me that for I do have children, and, have had sex on a few occasions with their mother (you could count the number with your fingers and the toes of your right foot (not to worry if you’re an amputee – you’d be in the ball park), but being called a mother-fucker is fightin’ words. I swore revenge.
[From here on out I will not use the F-word, as my intention is not to offend you my dear reader, but the mother-phucker who call me a mother-fucker].
I was ready. And sure as shit, so were they. I got yet a third call, a woman this time, and was very polite. But before we could go any further with my computer repairs, I told her that one of their ‘technicians’ called me a mother-phucker. And before we could proceed any further, I needed an apology from the mother-phucker who called me a mother-phucker. “Is it a practice of the Microsoft Corporation to call their customers mother-phuckers?” “Is the company run by foul mouthed mother-phuckers?” I asked. I went on to tell her that ‘mother-phucker’ was a very offensive word, and while that shit might fly in India, it sure don’t over here in the good ol U S A. “In America”, I said, “Jesus is our god, not some goddamned elephant, and He don’t take no liking to folks calling other folks mother-phuckers unless we’re going to war with them then its open season on their phucking asses”.
I guess you get the picture. I wouldn’t let her get in a word edge-wise without me using the M F-word. It was better than the South Park movie. Revenge was sweet. Guess I showed them mother-phuckers.