The spring loaded steel trap that is my friend Libby appears to have eaten one of those amoral scammers who call looking to gain access to your computer under the false color of malfunction. I love the climax:
Perhaps ToddNotTodd made a tearful plea to his God for a moment or two because there is a long pause before he speaks again. In very careful and measured tones, he starts again, enunciating every instruction as clearly as he possibly can while I make him repeat every single direction three times before acting on it. I make him start over twice. I believe ToddNottTodd has begun drinking from a hideout flask at this point because all the life has gone out of his demeanor, he seems sad and a little defeated. I ask him if he’s accepted Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior. ToddNotTodd does not respond. I tell him I accidentally turned to computer off again and ToddNotTodd becomes more than a little put out. By now, we’ve been at it for almost 30 minutes and I have an appointment in less than an hour. While ToddNotTodd weeps and bangs his head on his desk, I reveal my true nature and tell him that there was no way in hell this was going to end with a success on his part. I tell him I hope I gave him a migraine and he should find a more honest way to make a living. ToddNotTodd called me a foul name and hung up on me. I don’t think we’re friends anymore.
I once asked if the caller’s mother (he was Indian) was still around, and if she was heartily ashamed of him. He immediately responded he was filled with shame but desperate to make a living. I didn’t give him anything, and anyways I run Linux, not Windows.
