scam epitome of incomprehensibility Arrrgh. So I'm the current moderator of an artisans' group Facebook page and I get this message: ... Important Notification: Your Facebook page is scheduled for permanent deletion due to a post that has infringed upon our trademark rights. We have reached this decision after a thorough review and in accordance with our intellectual property protection policies. If you believe this to be a misunderstanding, we kindly request you to file a complaint seeking the reinstatement of your page prior to its removal from Facebook. Request for Review: [link] We understand that this situation may impact your ongoing business operations. However, please be informed that if we do not receive a complaint from you, our decision will be final. Your cooperation and understanding are greatly appreciated. Should you have any inquiries or apprehensions, please feel free to reach out to us. Sincerely, Facebook Support Team ... I thought maybe there was some new rule that co-op groups or local associations can't have "business" pages, and I was worried. But when I went to the link, the anti-virus popped up a warning. So yeah, it's a scam. I should have guessed in the first place. 240726 ... Soma I really hate this sort of thing. I sell a lot of items on various sites, and they all clearly say cash only, no zelle or venmo. And alllll the time I'm getting people who, only after arranging everything, go "oh, I can only pay with Zelle" or "oh, you will have to meet my cousin. He has zelle, is that okay?" Usually I just say sure and no-show on them. Fuckers. 240726 ... raze when i was eighteen and working as a telemarketer and starting to think maybe i'd died and gone to hell, one of my marks in michigan flipped the script and asked me how i liked my job. i was honest with him. i told him it was starting to wear on me. having to hit a quota that became less realistic the longer the year wore on. not being willing to bully people the way i was supposed to. taking heat for that from the higher ups. the jarring transition from being one of the stars of the office to not knowing if or when i would be fired. thinking that might not be such a terrible thing. talking to a few hundred people every day who hated my guts. he said he might have a job for me. he asked for my phone_number. i gave it to him. figured i had nothing to lose. he called a few weeks later. two days after that he was sitting at my dining room table. i can still see his face. his sport coat and checkered shirt. his name was robert phelps, and he drove from williamston to windsor to try and sell me on a pyramid scheme. 240726 what's it to you? who go blather from