Those Magnificent Men and their Frauding Machines

I have a sort of love/hate relationship with phone spammers.  I enjoy watching them backpedal and deflect when I ask them something they can’t answer, but I hate getting called in the first place.

Four calls this afternoon from the “Computer Department” regarding my “Windows error messages”.  My standard response is “What is my IP address?”  So far I’ve been told:

  • They can’t tell me for privacy reasons
  • I’ll have to speak to the manager
  • Windows 7
  • F**k you m***erf***er

The best part is that the **** guy has called me before.  He makes it a point of honour to call me back and spout expletives when I call him on his bullshit.  Alas, he knows more English swear words than I know [Middle-Eastern | East-Indian | North-African] swear words.

Shame, really.

Part of me wants to play along and follow their instructions on a virtual machine, just to see what kind of payload they get me to install.  Part of me wants to waste as much of their time as possible.  There’s also a part of me that doesn’t want to receive heavily accented cursing through voicemail.  Which part will win?