Thursday, December 14, 2017

My 52 year old son, trolling the list brokers

I couldn't think of a more enjoyable scam myself. At some time when Jonah was forced to fill in his personal details when buying a game or a can of deodorant by mail order he entered his age as being 52.

And so when I went upstairs to say hello this morning he had direct mail that was trying to sell him annuities and prepaid funeral plans.

I think that's a little game I might start playing for myself.

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