a)
I just got off the telephone with an adjuster for my Farmer's Insurance.
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Two days ago, a scam crew of ILLxGxLS attempted to car-jack me.
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Walking into GroceryOutlet, I saw the female diversion pretending to chat on a telephone while strolling the parking-lot, looking for their next victim.
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After shopping as I got in the old Dodge 4x4, she attempted to engage me while the two fellows attempted to box me in.
My standard response:
* "I am married"
...as I walk or drive away.
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In this case, I followed the orders of LawEnforcementOfficials and AARP... I simply drove away and immediately forgot about it.
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Apparently, through the license plate, the scam crew discovered my insurance information, and filed a claim for:
* "PTSD"
* "anxiety"
* "too afraid to drive"
... and probably a host of other disabling maladies to be added upon consultation with their bi-lingual attorney.
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A few moments ago during the telephone interview, the adjuster just about could not keep a straight face.
Those scam crews and ILLxGxLS all use the same script.
We saw that one coming a mile away.
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b)
Repeat after me:
* "I am married"...
... while watching her/his hands.
And have an insurance adjuster with a decent sense of humor.
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ILLxGxLS getting PTSD after a three-word rejection by their intended car-jack victim.
This's a tough life; quit whining and grow up.
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An aside:
None of that crew of ILLxGxLS stood taller than 5'4"/160cm.
Standing in my hikers, I am close to 6'5" and stop mischievous goats by lifting them by their horns.
But, geez, who needs the paperwork.