Re: Is it "Performance Art?"
LateComer said:
Interesting to say the least. I found this over at the site too.
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Best Price Movers A Go-Go
Readers have been writing in and leaving comments to tell me about their Best Price/Athletic Movers stories, and here's what I've learned so far:
There are at least 7 BP/AM characters:
Phillip
Boris
Janos (or Yanoosh - we're not sure how it's spelled)
Reggie
Ralph
Johnny
Tugboat Bill
They do not seem to call anybody's line directly - we have all been contacted via voice-mail. Many of us have been getting this voice-mail spam for over a year now.
It comes and goes in cycles. Like locusts, or other nuisance plagues. Sometimes almost a month will go by without a peep from them. Mostly the calls come every two weeks or so.
One reader writes, "I found your blog while googling for more information about that moving company you mention, whose phone rep had just responded with a profanity when I asked, 'just who owns this business anyway?'"
Jamie, of JB Warehouse and Curio Emporium, which appears to be the only other blog that mentions the BP/AM phenomenon, writes that not only have Best Price Movers called his house, they have also struck his workplace, with faxes.
Another reader thinks that BP/AM is a performance art group, and provides a rundown of the "types": "Besides 'Boris' (Eastern European type), I get regular messages from 'Yanoosh' (Middle Eastern type, and I'm sure I'm butchering the spelling), and 'Reggie' (wacky Brit who sounds exactly like a Mr. Show character). This has been going on for a year or more, I'm sure. After the latest addition -- 'Johnny' (crazy nasal twang) from 'Athletic Movers' -- I decided to actually investigate further, though I'm not quite ready for the step of calling them.
Yet another reader writes, "I was somewhat heartened to see your reference to them in your blog because I just had no idea if someone was singling me out for a weird prank or what. The 'performance art' theory had never occurred to me, but my other not-fully-thought-out ideas were that this was somehow tied to a cheesy real estate agent who was trying to find out if people were movingin the neighbourhood, or that maybe this was some kind of robbery ring."
This is getting to be positively Seinfeldian. I half-expect Kramer to come barging into my apartment next, followed by George yelling, "I was in the pool! I WAS IN THE POOL!"
