I'm informed that my number was chosen and I'm a second place winner of a few million and a new BMW.
Now, I'm not the most excitable type and the information keeps getting repeated.
Finally I'm told that I need to be properly registered.
However, my hesitance now seems to have caused a need for this fellow to converse with his manager...
_____"Could [I] call [him] back in five minutes?"
_____"Me, call you -- how about you call me?"
_____"Oh, OK," and we both end call. I go relieve myself, then return to get my telephone area code source book.
_____-I find the number of record: 876-825-5860
Believe it or not, he actually calls back, repeating the information.
At this point I've wasted enough phone time and I tell him he should already have my name and address.
He says something about GPS...
"I still haven't heard you give me my name and address."
Again he mumbles something about GPS...
GPS nothing (he's trying to GPS locate me? Lotsa luck -- go jump in the lake; yes, I'm next to one), I tell him, "Publisher's Clearing House selects from its subscribers and I've had nothing to do with them for about 25 years. This seems quite out of place for me to be receiving a call on their behalf out of Jamaica..."
He hung up.
Of course, entrants needn't subscribe when they send in the sweepstakes entry but they've got your name and address -- I never remember giving them a phone number (and had no cell phone way back when). It's actually true that I stopped ordering subscriptions and submitting contest entries to Publisher's Clearing House sometime near the end of the previous century. Their modis operendi was to get your subscription request, then bill you later. I refused to do it that way and sent my full subscription payment along with my subscription request form. That worked a few years until they finally billed me for one for which I'd, as usual, already sent in the payment. I've never ordered nor entered their sweepstakes again. Now I suppose I need be on the lookout for some Jamaicans swimming about the lake looking for my door...