I was told John was coming home a few days before he did, and him coming home included bringing home three walkers, a wheelchair, a commode and a handicapped toilet seat raiser, (which, it turns out, we never needed.) We've been using our unheated front porch for stuff we'll get to one day, and boxes until there's enough room in the recycle bin to fold them and throw them away. The wheelchair and a walker needed to go somewhere when he wasn't using them, so I spent the day cleaning out the porch. So much junk, I was piling stuff 2/3rds the way into the house to get back to it after I dumped true-trash. And, of course, the temps were in the upper 80's and there's not a/c out there either.
By 5 PM, I had about 7 contractor bags of trash squished between my two flowering-bush containers, (and no front yard, just the public sidewalk, so it's not like you'd miss that), an old cat carrier and cat supplies, and two brass fire extinguishers in front of one of the planters. in the doorway between my porch and living room were three bags of stuff that needed to be relocated, but not thrown out. And I'm sweating like a fountain, and got dust from 20-25 years old caked on me, when this young guy comes up and wants to sell me cheaper electricity.
"No thank you."
"But--"
"No thank you."
"But--"
"Look, buddy. Hubby needs a place for his wheelchair and walker but you want to sell me on a slight cut right now?" Really. NO!"
"Just get out your old bill and I can check it out through our app and give you a great price instantly."
I pointed to the three huge bags that blocked my way and slammed the door on his face.
When I finished, I looked up electric scams online, and sure enough. What he really wanted was my personal info from my bill so he could steal our identities. Had I known that, I would have politely told him I'll need some time to get to the bill, but wait there, gone in, and called the cops to report a thief at my doorsteps.
rofl
