Saturday, September 12, 2009

Lisa Thompson lives somewhere.

When the phone rang the other morning, I answered it. (I know that's profound—bear with me. I really do have a point.)

It was a woman from Dr. Umptysquat's office, calling to remind Mrs. Thompson of her appointment the next day.

Now I know you're thinking, "Big deal. It was a wrong number." Right?

But it IS a big deal. You see, Mrs. Thompson (Lisa, wife of John) has been using our phone number for five years, since the day we moved here and got this number. For a long time, we thought these people had probably had our number before we did (the phone company recycles numbers), but then more recently we began to notice a pattern.

The calls were almost always from either a doctor's office, a hospital, an insurance company, or a collection agency. There were never any personal calls for them.

It occurred to me for the very first time the other day that Mr. and Mrs. Thompson may be involved in insurance fraud. They sure have a lot of doctor's appointments.

So the next time we get a call for one of them, I'm going to get as much information as I can. (I feel like Sherlock Holmes!) An address, description, anything I can get to help me track these people down. I used to get sick of all the calls. Now I can't wait for the next one. Wouldn't it be fun to catch a criminal in the act?

Or maybe I need to get a life.

Either way, I'm going to play sleuth.

Be thankful ~

Karen

2 comments:

Deb said...

Oooh, I like it! Keep me posted.

Abiding Branch said...

Yes, keep me posted. I had my actual identity stolen (check your credit report just in case) and a detective from the Denver Police Department called me and verified all my information. He said it I did not so I knew he already had it. He had all our ages and names (kids too). Evidently I was a transvestite living in Denver and a part of a major multi-***ual group of white collar theives. Very intriguing indeed!!
Chel