This happened several years ago. I was working the night shift for “Stagecoach” Bank, and our center closed at 2am local time. Right before I was about to sign off my phone for the end of my shift, I got a call. Guy was kinda frantic, and was asking for a direct deposit advance (payday loan-ish type service offered by the bank). He already had his full availability tapped out, and after informing him of this, he started saying he needed a loan. I told him that I could get someone to help him with that, and he said “It needs to be quick! The Yakuza are after m…CLICK” Ok.
It could have been bullcrap, but I really wonder sometimes, what if I heard the last moments of someone’s life through a headset.
Apologies for formatting – using mobile.