Years ago, my grandmother called me at work one day. Highly unusual for her. She asked me if I was okay. I answered that I was, and asked why. She said a guy that sounded a lot like me called her, told her I
(he) was in Germany, had been in a wreck and was in serious trouble. I supposedly needed her to wire me 2500 dollars to get home.
I told her it wasn’t me, and she ought to know that, because if I was leaving the US, she would know, and I would never call her asking for money. She agreed that she had considered all of this, and hung up on the guy, but had to call me just to make sure. He sure had her flustered, and my grandma was not someone easily flustered. Wish I could have got hold of the azzwhole and let her have what was left of him when I got done.
