Welcome to SeniorVu’s daily ‘flash fiction’, with the continuing saga of Mary Lu at the Vu. Mary Lu is a 78-year old fictitious resident of a fictitious senior living community called Hickory Hills View (a.k.a. The Vu). Every night, while her husband Bobby (he’s fictitious too) sleeps next to her, she sends her sister Carolyn (yup, fictitious) an entertaining email updating her on the day. These are her stories. We hope they become as addictive as your morning cup of coffee.
Disclaimer: Even though these stories may sound familiar to your community, the story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this series are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.
When Bobby woke up today, he was still kicking himself in the shorts for giving nearly a thousand dollars to a con artist.
The fact that the con artist said he’d call back in order to squeeze more money out of us felt like a rare opportunity. I had to be ready.
“Castrate him,” Noreen said, returning to her familiar theme.
The caller is probably well outside the reach of American authorities, but it doesn’t mean that if he does, in fact, call us back, that we can’t at least try to blow the whistle on him.
Jackie’s friend, retired FBI agent Arthur Brooks, agreed a second call offered a rare opportunity. He knew exactly what we should do. He came over to coach Bobby.
“What you need to do if he calls,” he told my husband, “is act like you’re the biggest sucker who ever walked the earth. Can you do that?”
“He sure can,” I said, not even thinking.
Bobby shot me a look.
We sat by the phone and waited for several hours. We were about to give up when the phone rang. The caller ID said it was coming from an apartment complex near your condo, C. These guys were good.
Agent Brooks gestured for Bobby to let it ring twice and then pick it up. A man with a heavy accent said he was ready to take Bobby’s account information.
“Which account do you want?” Bobby asked. “The regular checking with about $2,400 in it, or the money market that’s up to nearly $68,000.”
My husband made a convincing fool. And the caller had a real set of stones. He asked for both account numbers. “Just in case.”
Bobby read a ton of digits slowly and carefully. The guy read them back and told Bobby he was all set. Had those numbers been to a real account, the guy would have emptied them quick as lightning. The numbers Bobby gave them were to a bogus FBI account that agents could use to try to track his location.
Still, it wasn’t likely that the guy would ever be brought to justice. And there was zero chance we’d get our $1,000 back. So while the guy was on the line, I wanted to have some fun.
“Hang on a second,” Bobby said. “Let me get my glasses”
He slipped the phone to me. And I blew a football coach’s whistle at maximum volume straight into the jerk’s ear for a good ten seconds. Yep. I blew the whistle on him.
I hope I made his ears bleed.
Bobby learned an expensive lesson, but it could have been much worse. Let that be a lesson to you.
P.S. To catch up on all of my previous Mary Lu at The Vu posts, click here to go back to Day 1.