I love my fellow missionaries and so I decided to share this story from Elder Stradling.
"I am a scam-baiter. I have a fake Google Voice number. By day, I'm a desk jockey, but by night, I'm a collection call vigilante. I get calls from the IRS, threatening tax fraud, or from Windows Tech Support, warning of the viruses infesting my computer, and I pick them up with full attentiveness. I give them every last drop of information they think they want. But they gotta earn it. The hoops they jump through and the accents they have the decipher are enough to make any man insane. So do I feel guilty for driving a grown man to tears by talking about my microwave for half an hour? The amount of times I've been cursed out in Hindi might make them think I'd want to. But I don't. There's nothing worth feeling guilty about. Every minute I waste with a scammer is a minute that person isn't using to prey on someone more vulnerable. That's how it runs. People have called me a hero before. I'm not sure I can use the same title on myself. I don't wear a cape. I don't even know if I've saved anyone. All I know is that I'm a sociopath, and I get bored very easily."
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