In 2019 I spent almost two winter months in Victoria, BC. One morning I received a phone call from a lady who had a lovely, friendly voice.
Introducing herself as “Amy,” she invited me to enjoy “lunch” and a “walk through” which she was certain I’d enjoy.
I took a deep breath, wondering how this lady had learned my name and phone number. Would any family member think I needed to live in a care facility?
I was angry! I was hurt!
“Don’t call me again!” I demanded as I hung up, terminating that very unwelcome call.
I returned to Victoria for two months in 2020, renting an apartment on Broughton Street, and once again the same woman invited me to tour a “lovely facility” where, she was certain, I’d love to live.
Once again I told her I was not interested.
“Don’t call me again!”
A few months later, in August 2020, I sold my home and moved from Ottawa to Victoria. The same woman phoned, making her sales pitch once again.
But now I was on to her!!!
“Oh, hello there, Amy! I’m so glad you’ve called!!!”
“I just purchased a brothel in Vegas and need someone with your lovely voice to answer the phone and confirm appointments.”
“Several Ottawa friends have already decided to leave their jobs and join me, determined to provide pleasure for our horny customers.
If you’ve ever considered another job, please consider the pleasure this opportunity offers.”
Amy hung up!
I’ve not heard from her since.
Perhaps she’s already in Vegas!