I don’t know the name of the person who keeps calling me.
Under other circumstances, I would find this situation slightly alarming. But, there is something about the voice – it is calming; assertive; reassuring – which gives me no cause for alarm.
It is a male voice. How old? I would guess late-twenties. A slight mid-Atlantic twang, but nothing too aggressive.
His message is always the same or, at least, a variation on the same theme. He begins with a polite “Hello,” and then he is sufficiently modest to introduce himself, although, by now, I recognise who he is:
“This is Amazon’s verification service.”
He then reads out an authorisation code – six digits; always different. He reads them out slowly, annunciating each number clearly. I sometimes play a game, attempting to predict which number he will say next, but 9 times out of 10 I am wrong.
Once he has finished reciting the sequence of numbers there comes my favourite part of the conversation:
It is a very manful “Again”, tolerating no protest.
By the second reading of the sequence of numbers, truth to tell, I am sometimes becoming a bit bored, but I never once think of hanging up on him.
And then, before I know it, the call is over. The last number has been spoken and with a slightly abrupt – IMHO – “Goodbye”, he is gone.
But I know that he will call back again.
Call back again.
© Simon Turner-Tree
Simon Turner-Tree indulges in a rather creepy bromance.