‘Gimme that phone’

I was shaving. The landline rang downstairs. I heard her voice, almost gullibly saying ” pin  number”. This sounded like one of those fucking banking scam phonecalls to me. I leapt down the stairs like an olympic athlete, three steps at a time. ” Gimme that phone ” I said before she could be do any damage. I had guessed correctly, there was some indian piece of shit on the other end .  ” Hello sir, I ringing from bank of Ireland,O’Connell street, Dublin, republic of Ireland” said this piece of shit. ” Thank you my friend, and there’s a problem with the account and you need the pin number?” I said. ” Yes my friend” said this little weasel. I was going to enjoy this. ” No problem my friend the pin number is 6, 4, tell your daughter to shave down there, she’s too bristly, I had to spill all over her face instead” I said. ” you fuck, you” said the indian. ” whats it like living in poverty you indian ****?”I said. He hung up.