At The Third Stroke, Your Name Will Be…
Something very strange happened to my parents yesterday evening: They received three phone calls from the same Leamington number, precisely forty minutes apart. Each time, there was a computerised voice that said my father’s name twice, including his middle initial. When they rang the number back yesterday evening they kept getting a “busy” message. I’ve just tried ringing the number now, and it rang off. Maybe I’ll try again during office hours tomorrow.
My guess is that it was some malfunctioning call-centre software, but why would a call centre need to have a computerised voice at all, let alone one that tells you your own name? Perhaps I’ll go and ask over at Call Centre Confidential.
Or perhaps the rise of the machines has started.