CAVEAT DONATOR

I was distracted and not catching many details. The chummy voice on the phone — he called me by my first name and I think even slipped in a “buddy” — wanted me to contribute money to an area foundation for disabled policemen. He said, I believe, he was calling from the foundation, although he might have said “for” the foundation. If it makes a difference.

I asked if he was a police officer and the level of chumminess fell. “Am I a policeman. No, they don’t make these calls. They hire us to make these calls for them.”

Then I asked how much of the money solicited actually went to disabled police officers.

I hadn’t even finished the question before the line went dead.