I was flung into a fit of rage this morning, when I began to receive random text messages on my phone. The messages, which contained useless sport-related news stories, began repeatedly spamming my mobile. They claimed that I had signed up for the alerts, which I would be charged £3 for every one I received. That was it – I was angry. Here is what they looked like…
After searching the entire internet for a way in which I could block junk text messages and also check my Vodafone account balance, to verify I hadn’t generally been charged £9 to read about Steven Gerrard throwing a tantrum, I eventually blocked the spammer.
I did think of contacting Vodafone, asking them to ensure I was never contacted again by this person. It also crossed my mind that I should reply, telling them to go away (politely, of course), and threatening to call the police. Ben, my work colleague, suggested I sign the number up for various dodgy internet promotions, in a cruel, yet justified, act of retaliation.
Later in the morning, my phone rang. It was the spammer! Prepared to unleash the bowels of bloody hell upon them, I answered… I was politely informed that I had signed up for the service and to unsubscribe, I would be charged £10. I was stunned. Literally seconds before I exploded, I noticed Adam behind me, clutching a mobile phone. Yup, you’ve guessed it – Adam had been the one ringing AND texting me. There was no spammer at all. Instead there was a pillock. A pillock called Adam, who I will seek revenge upon very soon.
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