I received a call the other day from my good friend Jeffrey. His voice sounded garbled, and I was wondering if he was struck with some strange illness. Jeffrey was very curt on the phone, and he was normally loquacious. He simply said: "Al, it is time that you got yourself tested...you know we made love last nite and I came down with the bug." The imposter hung up the phone quickly and I could not shake that sick feeling from my stomach.
What happened to me can happen to anyone. Your friend may lose his cell phone, and a shit head might call your contacts to report some godawful situation. Be prepared for this type of behavior in America today. It is not uncommon to find idiots lurking around the corner; they are happy to spread disastrous rumors.
I asked one gentleman on the street about this problem. He said: "My phone must have fallen out of my pocket at a restaurant...some idiot found it and called my mother to say that I had hung myself and they needed her to claim the body. What a nightmare." A woman reported a similar disturbing situation: "A teenage boy found my phone on a train and called my boyfriend. He claimed that he was a bastard child that I had been keeping a secret for three years."
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