Cellphone phishing

I’m walking our dog back toward our van at nearby Boughton Park (“BOW-tin;” as in “wow, not “oh” or “who”), probably last Thursday, January 12, 2012.
Suddenly my SmartPhone rings.
I unholster my SmartPhone from my back pocket.
“Unknown caller,” it says.
“Hello?”
“Hi, I’m Amy.” (A robo-call.)
“You have been personally selected to complete a short 30-second survey.
To do the survey, please press one now.”
I’m holding back a four-legged enthusiastic hunter. I can’t do no survey.
Click!
End call.
Yesterday (Saturday, January 14) I’m walking our dog around our property.
I can do this loose, since our yard is fenced. —Cost us a fortune, but it’s the best fortune we ever spent.
Ding-a-ling!
Another unknown caller.
“Hello?” (Another robo-call.)
“This is HSBC bank.
We regret to inform you your debit MasterCard has been locked.”
“We don’t even have a debit MasterCard,” I shout.
“That HSBC account was closed years ago.”
“To unlock your card, please press one now to access our Security Department.”
Again, click!
End call.
My wife apparently got the same robo-call on her cellphone.
We use the Habecker rule (“HAH-beck-rrr”).
Vern Habecker is our old neighbor across-the-street.
He died a while ago at age-93.
He didn’t trust a soul.
My hairdresser came out to give him a Mason award, and Vern wouldn’t even let him in the door.
“Get outta here before I get my Smith & Wesson.
I don’t know you from the Moon!”

• Our current dog is “Scarlett;” a rescue Irish-Setter. She’s six, and is our sixth Irish-Setter, an extremely high-energy dog. (A “rescue Irish Setter” is an Irish Setter rescued from a bad home; e.g. abusive or a puppy-mill. [Scarlett is a reject from a failed backyard breeder.] By getting a rescue-dog, we avoid puppydom, but the dog is often messed up. —Scarlett isn't bad.)