Do ducks fart? Inquiring minds want to know.
Do ducks fart? Inquiring minds want to know.
I am a bad, bad woman. I should feel bad but I’m afraid I was having way too much fun. Yup, I am a bad woman. Let me explain. The other night a friend and I were chatting when the phone rang. I interrupted our conversation to answer it. What I heard was an individual with a very thick accent asking if I would like my ducts cleaned.
For those you who are unaware, this is a scam. I don’t know where the calls are being made from but I guarantee you it isn’t local. A bad connection and a thick accent are usually a dead giveaway. I receive these phone calls about once every 10 – 14 days. I’ve tried explaining that I am not interested in the service. I have been polite. But not this time. I responded to the individual on the phone with a bit of a squeal and said that I would love to have my ducks cleaned. He didn’t catch the slight change.
Now you have to understand that I have a wicked sense of humor. I have tried being polite in the past and now I thought it was my turn to have a little fun. My friend in the room was egging me on. The individual on the phone hearing my enthusiasm became quite excited and asked how many ducts I thought I had. I hesitated for a moment and then stated that I was pretty sure I had in the range of about 200 ducks. I also queried the individual as to whether or not they could also clean geese.
At this point I thought the kid on the phone would have figure out what I was saying and hang up on me. I guess language was more of a barrier than I thought. He went on to ask how many rooms I had on my second floor. I said four. And then proceeded to ask why that mattered. I said that the geese and the ducks were kept in the barn. I then asked if they had a special deal for cleaning swans.
My new telephone companion started to figure out there was something a little fishy. I think he was trying to salvage the call when he explained that I could have my ducts cleaned for $102. I said that was extremely fair and I would love for him to come out and cleaned my fowl. Now we had been on the phone for about 3 ½ minutes. Where ever he was calling from he was picking up the tab. Poor fellow never said a word he just hung up the phone. And I didn’t stop laughing for 20 minutes!
I don’t know why these individuals do this. They must make money somewhere but I don’t get it. I must say I had a ball with this poor kid on the phone. Maybe next time I’ll ask him if he cleans cows.
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