Ken Ibold
Final Approach
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Ken Ibold
I love being on the Do Not Call list. However, some companies try to convince you that you've done business with them before but just can't remember it. For those, I submit the solution I got by email today:
The phone rang as I was sitting down to my evening meal, and as I answered it I was greeted with "Is this Karl Brummer?" Not sounding anything like my name, I asked, "Who is calling?"
The telemarketer said he was with The Rubber Band Powered Freezer Company or something like that. Then I asked him if he knew Karl personally and why was he calling this number. I then said off to the side, "Get some pictures of the body at various angles and concentrate on the blood smears and bloody footprints."
I then turned back to the phone and advised the caller that he had entered a murder scene and must stay on the line because we had already traced this call and he would be receiving a summons to testify in this murder case. He protested that he was just a telemarketer and knew nothing about any murder.
Ignoring his protestations, I questioned the caller at great length as to his name, address, phone number at home, at work, cell phone number, who he worked for, Social Security number, driver's license number, had he ever been arrested, how he knew the dead guy, how long had he known Mr. Brummer; where he had been, and could he prove where he had been, about one hour before he made this phone call.
The telemarketer was getting very concerned, confused, and his answers were given in a shaky voice, but he continued to answer my questions. He sounded like it was not the first time he had answered a police officer's questions. I then told him we had located his position and police officers were entering the building where they were to take him into custody.
At that point I heard the phone fall to the floor and the scurrying of his feet running away.
As I returned to our dinner table, my friend asked me why I had tears streaming down my face. So help me, I couldn't tell her for about fifteen minutes. My meal was now cold, but it was the best meal I had eaten in a long, long time.
The phone rang as I was sitting down to my evening meal, and as I answered it I was greeted with "Is this Karl Brummer?" Not sounding anything like my name, I asked, "Who is calling?"
The telemarketer said he was with The Rubber Band Powered Freezer Company or something like that. Then I asked him if he knew Karl personally and why was he calling this number. I then said off to the side, "Get some pictures of the body at various angles and concentrate on the blood smears and bloody footprints."
I then turned back to the phone and advised the caller that he had entered a murder scene and must stay on the line because we had already traced this call and he would be receiving a summons to testify in this murder case. He protested that he was just a telemarketer and knew nothing about any murder.
Ignoring his protestations, I questioned the caller at great length as to his name, address, phone number at home, at work, cell phone number, who he worked for, Social Security number, driver's license number, had he ever been arrested, how he knew the dead guy, how long had he known Mr. Brummer; where he had been, and could he prove where he had been, about one hour before he made this phone call.
The telemarketer was getting very concerned, confused, and his answers were given in a shaky voice, but he continued to answer my questions. He sounded like it was not the first time he had answered a police officer's questions. I then told him we had located his position and police officers were entering the building where they were to take him into custody.
At that point I heard the phone fall to the floor and the scurrying of his feet running away.
As I returned to our dinner table, my friend asked me why I had tears streaming down my face. So help me, I couldn't tell her for about fifteen minutes. My meal was now cold, but it was the best meal I had eaten in a long, long time.