Actually there is.
First, I am a loong time lurker who finally joined with free posting. I feel like I know many people here via what they have shared, and certainly many have clever, and cleverly obscure names that are delightful. I wondered if I would come up with something at that level when the time came for quite a while.
When it came time to fill in that field in the registration form, the answer came to me in a flash.
When my girlfriend and I moved in together, we each kept our cell phone numbers, but we needed a landline for our DSL connection. We were assigned some number we never intended to use except for the occasional outbound fax.
As I work at home, it was not long before that phone started ringing. More often then not it was for someone named “Alice”. Uh, no one named Alice here, click.
But soon the callers were frequent and persistent. It turns out that Alice had once had that number, and worse, had fallen prey to some scamsters selling crap. In this case, they pitched repeatedly, despite my being on the do-not-call list, and requesting to them to not call anymore. They would give few if any clues where they were.
Normally this sort of thing annoys me to no end, but one day for some reason when the phone rang I decided to try another tack, one that had failed spectacularly back when I was a college radio DJ with a stalker, I might add. I would simply say whatever came to mind, and go with it no matter how implausible, as long as they acted like they were listening.
“Hello, May I speak to Alice” the call began predictably.
“She’s not living here anymore”. Which is close to the truth…
Then the spiel started…what this group claimed to be selling was plastic bags made (or at least sold for the benefit of) some handicapped or developmentally delayed folks in the Phoenix area. Never could get all the details…
Anyway, I had managed to confirm on earlier calls that Alice had bought some of these bags (maybe 5 cents each at Smart and Final or free at every cash register in the country…) for the princely sum of one dollar each!
No wonder they kept calling back!
I asked them about the bags and found out they had a variety of types, all equally obscenely priced. While listening, it occurred to me how to have fun with them and maybe offend them so badly they would actually have no more reason to call back. A steady stream of invective had no effect in the past, this was going to be more subtle.
As the pitcher went on, seemingly enchanted by my interest, I started to adopt a yearning, nostalgic tone in my voice.
When they could describe no more and came to the part where they had to ask for the order, I told them how much I missed Alice and how much she loved the products. The excitement at having found a big mark was palpable over the phone.
Then I started bawling my eyes out.
I blubbered as best I could that Alice was my wife, and she had gone to her grave with only one wish - to be buried in the larger plastic bags, and I was sorry but the caller was just upsetting me so.
Trained to “always be closing” for sure, the sales guy still wouldn’t let up but in my grief I just hung up.
I thought that would be the end.
<John Belushi>
But nooooo!!!
</JB>
The calls continued regularly until we moved far away to another time zone.
Each time I tried to come up with an ever more fantastical story about Alice and her death, always involving her love of those damn plastic bags and how it led to her doom. Suicide, murder, rescues, failed parachutes, always resulting in my being overcome by grief right before I finalized a huge sale. Anything was fair game if I was in the mood.
Now here I am among the great ignorance-fighters, and maybe the ignorant scamsters, if they are not in jail yet, are bound to be reading.
So it was immediately clear, I had to fight the ignorance by loudly proclaiming once and for all, I AM NOT ALICE!
I never dreamed I would be asked about it after only 5 posts though! I think I will keep her in my heart and in my screen name!