"Hi, I'm calling from The Florida Citrus Grower's Association. When was the last time you enjoyed a cool, refreshing glass of Florida Orange Juice?"
"Why, I just had some today at breakfast."
"GOD DAMN IT IT, ISN'T JUST FOR BREAKFAST ANYMORE!!!!!"
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Thanks to Saturday Night Live for inspiring that one.
And with the invention of three-way calling (something our household was among the first to purchase) emerged a whole new category of prank-calls-- covertly conferencing two people together who have no idea who called whom.
We took great glee in connecting people who hated one another, although complete strangers were also entertaining to connect.
Few things provide the morbid amusement value of secretly connecting a guy to his recently ex-girlfriend in the middle of the night.
Or, for that matter, connecting the ex-girlfriend to the guy's new girlfriend. Sixth grade girls can be surprisingly nasty to one another.
The best was when the ex-girlfriend's father was the one who answered the phone at 2 AM and the guy stammers, "I didn't call you, YOU called ME!"
Ah, elementary school jocks everywhere beware: the nerds are smarter than you and they know how to use technology. All your base are belong to us!
I consider this next one the crowning achievement of my prank-calling career. I pulled this one off twice on two different people.
This was my completely original and highly detailed social engineering project to convince a neighbor that some unknown third-party had paid thousands of dollars in excise tax on his vehicle, and that he needed to stand in line for hours at the Registry of Motor Vehicles the next day to clear things up.
"Why are you calling me at eleven PM?"
"I'm sorry, sir, but on your contact form you wrote that the best time to contact you is between 11 PM and 1 AM."
"I didn't fill out any contact form."
"Ah, I see. Well, it is probably the same person who paid the excise tax against your vehicle who wrote that. I'm really troubled by this, because I can see no logical reason why anyone would pay thousands of dollars in excise tax against a vehicle they don't even own. It's a black 1986 Camaro, license plates XXX 123, am I correct?"
"Yes, that's correct. You mean someone else paid my excise tax?"
"Yes sir, that's right. In fact, they paid $9,000 in excise tax on your vehicle. This really bothers me. I see no point to it. I can't imagine any way they could profit from this legally or illegally. That's what I find so troubling."
"Are you sure it's not a mistake?"
"No, it has to be intentional. They listed your name, a black 1986 camaro license plates XXX 123, they gave your address at 123 Main Street, left your phone number, and said to call between 11 PM and 1 AM."
"Could it be a joke?"
"Would you pay $9,000 to make a joke? Damn, this really bothers me. What's the sense in this?"
"Who wrote the check?"
"Well, that's hard to say. The funds came from a wire transfer in The Cayman Islands."
It helped that I had done all the preparation before hand and that I had a computer keyboard to tap on so I'd sound like I was actually working somewhere.
The guy sounded very convinced, and I would not be at all surprised if he actually went to the RMV with his registration and title to clear things up.
God, what if he's reading this?
Of course, this is back in the days before Caller ID, when I was a minor, and long enough ago that any statute of limitations will have run out on my youthful indiscretions (I hope). It was also back when going to the DMV or RMV was a sure way to waste an entire afternoon.
In any case, learn this lesson: If you like to tinker with your engine in the middle of the night, please do not blast your car stereo while you do so. Some of us are asleep during the hours between 11 PM and 1 AM.