Sorry it’s been a while, I’ve just been strangely happy lately, but it’s all come tumbling down like the proverbial sack of…
So, it’s happened to all of us. You’re sat there in work, beavering away and the phone goes, “Hello, John speaking”, I say. Next thing I hear is either an automated message from a guy who sounds like he’s sat on a traffic cone, or some poncey guy telling me that “according to the records” he knows I’m entitled to thousands of pounds in PPI refunds.
When I ask how he knows this, he gets a bit defensive. When I ask how got my number, he goes defensive, then carries on:
Poncey Bloke: Do you have a credit card?
Poncey Bloke: Ok <reads new part of script>, well according to our policy we are able to get you all of your money back, blah blah blah.
Me: I didn’t have PPI
Poncey Bloke: Oh, ok. Well what about bank loans?
Me: No, I don’t have debt other than my mortgage.
Poncey Bloke: Ok, what about overdraft?
Me: Well, that’d be classed as debt, wouldn’t it?
Seriously, it wastes a few minutes of my day most days. I get 2-3 calls a week, they’re all witheld numbers, and whilst on my personal phone I tend not to answer witheld numbers, for my work phone I tend to have to. If I wanted to claim PPI refunds, I would call you…