Wrong Number Debt Collectors

Wednesday, 13 August, 2008

Really, debt collectors and repeated callers of wrong numbers everywhere?

You’re going to call to speak with the previous owner of this number, then come up with the idea that it’s my responsibility to help you track this miscreant down? How did you decide that this was an effective method of reaching people?

Do I know how you can reach him? Absolutely. He left me with a list of emergency phone numbers right before he disappeared, quit paying his bills, and they reassigned his cell number over to me.

What? No, not really. Why don’t you start the process of elimination by crossing me off the list? Oh, and here’s a spoiler for you, he’s not going to be paying up anytime soon. Only a major wireless carrier would spend the kind of money required to cancel a mobile subscriber, then spend years trying to harass him at the number they canceled.

Imagine the fateful day when your son, Debt Collector Jr., follows in your footsteps and tracks him down in his careless old age, long after you succumb to a headset-induced brain tumor. I expect that Mason (that’s his real name, folks) will beg no mercy, riddled with guilt for the years he stole from your family and your son’s lack of a moral compass will leave him with no mercy to show.

Armed with a tire iron and a thirst for vengeance will your only child demand justice for the father he never truly had; for a childhood wrought with anger and confusion at each passing birthday and baseball game ruined by a hot new lead from the agency on his credit-ruined whereabouts.

Not satisfied to take the last of Mason’s dignity and pocket change, he will raise the tire iron to his helpless opponent and let freedom ring.

“I did it, Dad.” He’ll whisper over your grave as tears fall from his eyes, breaking through the dry withered leaves on the flowers at your headstone.  God, who normally takes sentimental interest in that sort of thing, will look down from Heaven, quietly shaking his head in disapproval.

“Really?” He’ll ask of Mason, who is now making his way through the gate.

“Guess so.” he’ll reply as he looks for a place to unpack.