Have you seen the movie?
If not, you probably should. I can’t say that Jason Statham is one of my favorite ‘actors’ because he’s only got one note but, man, I love to watch him fight. I really do.
Any “Action Hero” star who usually just has that one note but can really kick ass….name a title…at least one of their movies is probably a guilty pleasure of mine.
This is NOT a movie review. It’s a metaphor.
Those damn scammers. The ones hucking their “book services” have died down to a mere trickle and I have begun ignoring them because they’re all the same and they’re just boring now.
Ho. Hum.
Now I got a whole new batch of morons. All just straight phishers. Nothing more and probably a whole lot less. They send these emails with ‘Re’ in the title….so maybe you think you were in contact with them already. It’s usually something like “Re: Venmo Account # (insert a string of numbers here” Complaint”.
If you have a Venmo account you’re likely to open it. If you have a Venmo account please get the app or set up notifications so VENMO itself will let you know…directly and timely….if there’s an actual problem.
For some reason I have yet to fathom, they send like 4 or 5 emails at once, all with different titles and, seemingly, differently senders. However, the originating email addresses are all the same, they just change the name that’s all. Time consuming but…whatever.
I opened one, looked at the email address and, to this very second I believe I recognized it for an earlier “I want to help you with your book” scam.
And…suddenly…
I’m fairly positive that expression is nearly identical to the one I felt wash over my face as scenes from the movie flashed behind my eyes.
The little Christmas M&M whispered in my ear; They do exist.
Of course, I didn’t click a single link, I just opened the headers to see the email addresses. I may clicked ‘forward’ to somewhere unknown…maybe. I know I clicked ‘report phishing’ several times.
Yet, from that unknown place out there somewhere in the ether, I looked at those forwarded emails and started to stew.
Oh where is that damn container of gas?
It’s been a long time since I wrote a poem but I came up with a few. From the ether I sent them off. Some went through. Others bounced like a rubber ball and down the hall they went. Cowards. Hypocrites. Well, just nasty little shits. In those they did receive I let them know of their need. I sliced and diced with words alone cutting to the bone. The last crew wasn’t worth a lick so I just sent them the following pics. With a note to say; Sorry you lost yours, I’ll be on my way.
Lisa Beth Darling 