and loving
i give out my social security
number,
my address
and the numbers off my american
express card
to the young man from
India who
calls me bright and early
in the morning.
He says he works for the IRS.
and i believe him.
he sounds so sincere
and honest.
he's giddy with my kindness.
you're welcome, i tell him.
do you need my
bank account number too,
and my passwords
so that you can
log on to my computer?
yes, he says. please. thank you.
i am filled with the warm glow
of giving.
No comments:
Post a Comment