Yesterday I had a chat on a phone, it was on my Husbands phone, but he didn’t recognise the phone number, so he handed the phone over to me. It was an Asian gentleman on the phone his accent was very strong, he introduced himself, and the Company that he worked for, but I was unable to understand both of the information he’d just said to me because his accent was SO strong.
I asked him, “What did you say the Company is called?” And all I could understand was, “PPI,” So I said, “What about PPI?” He said slowly, “It is now finished, and it has been handed over to us to sort it out.”
He went on, “Can I confirm that your address is………..” And I replied, “Yes that is my address,” Then he said, “Can I confirm you name is ………..” he’d used my Husband’s name, And I replied, “Yes that is my name,” He said, “You are owed £3,500, but it was sent to the wrong address, I need your date of birth and bank details so that I can send it to you.”
I replied, “That is fantastic!” I could see the finishing touches to the garden been done and the new kitchen all sorted in my mind’s eye, He said, “Can I have your date of birth?” I answered, “No you can’t,” He said, “I need this so I can send you your money,” I said, “You have my full name and my full address, just send me the cheque, I wont be giving you anything else,” I could feel the high hopes of the money slipping away.
He said, “Then I will have to terminate this call,” And promptly put the phone down on me.