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..a Neilson family, and we're actually getting paid. We first received a letter with two crisp $5 bills in it and an offer to pay more if we take part. So Ellen called and signed us up since we have very little else to do. They get a 2fer with us since we each watch TVs in different rooms. Even though they knew our ages, they likely didn't realize I might not live too long. :ROFLMAO:

So today, FedEx delivered our meters w/chargers. We are to wear them when watching TV or listening to the radio. They supposedly pick up built-in tones from the set-top boxes or radios and relay them using cell phone technolgy. There was a crisp $10 bill in each one. More payments & bonuses due down the road.

I haven't read the booklet yet to see what all is required but will do so in the ensuing hours today.

Anyone else here who has done this???
 
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....so...they're paying you to have your house bugged?
The only thing the "bug" picks up are built-in signals from the TV set-top boxes or radio. I imagine it sends the channel (station) & time, which is then decoded into the actual programming with software at the reception site.

They won't get much variety from me. I usually have Fox News on during day even tho I'm not watching it, per se. And at night, I watch mostly movies either on the premium cable networks or Netflix & other streaming apps (Tubi, Peacock, etc.) available from my cable provider.
 
So yesterday the mail came. -- two envelopes from Neilson, one addressed to me & the other to Ellen. Inside each was a $100 check as our "signing bonus." Periodic payments follow at certain intervals.

So far, pretty simple actually. When I get out of bed I put the lanyard over my head and put the thingie in my shirt pocket. El just uses the built-in clip rather than the landyard. It's smaller than a pack of smokes. I wear it until I'm ready to fall asleep, then set it on the nightstand and plug in the charger cord.

The longer we wear them everyday, the more points that stack up to earn entries in money give-aways every week. I'll report if I win anything substancial -- like over $5. :ROFLMAO:
 
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I don't care what you do and more power to you and your wife. Just don't say my name out loud please. Thanks Tony.
Promise.

I wonder if they recorded my porn preferences yesterday when I picked "double-oral while riding in the back seat of a VW beetle" from the category list. I was amazed to see 501 clips pop up. :rolleyes:
 
You have the best stories.
Weeeelllll....here it is then.

When I first moved to AZ in 1962, my dad owned a Flying A service station on one of the main drags in west Phoenix, & I worked for him as a mechanic.

One day early in the morning we were sitting in the office when this VW beetle pulled off the road into a dusty lot across the street from the station. It sat there for about 15 sec. then started to move again. Then the driver backed it up & stopped again. The guy got out of the car & started waving his arms. Another of my dad's employees & I ran across the street to see what the problem was. His wife was very pregnant.

He told us he was trying to get to the hospital at Luke AFB, but his wife told him there was no way in hell they would make it. Now, she was screaming and yelling. I had the other guy go back across the street to get a bunch of our clean uniform shirts. Then I got her lying down across the front seats -- gear shift & all -- with several shirts under butt. The driver's door was open to the street, but we were back about 20 feet from the pavement. She was a tall gal so her feet stuck out aways. To ease her pain, I grabbed a leather eye-glass case off the dash & had her bite down on it.

While all this was going on, her husband was a literal wreck, so I sent him across to the station to call 911.

Fortunately, she had worn one of those really loose fitting dresses (mumu?). As dignified as possible I pushed it up, removed her panties and told her to spead her legs as far as possible in the confines of the beetle. Sure enough, one glance told me she was minutes from ejecting a baby; the head was already beginning to crown. Ten minutes later, I lifted a healthy, crying little dude onto her tummy that I had also covered with one of the shirts.

Within minutes, an ambulance arrived, loaded her & baby onto a gurney and headed to Luke. Several bloody shirts also made the trip.

A few days later, they pulled into the station to thank me and told me they used 'Anthony' for his middle name. Never again had any contact with them.

So now you know the rest of the story.........
 
wow....the 911 system was really early in AZ....


I can't help but picture greasy mechanic hands.....lol
 
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wow....the 911 system was really early in AZ....


I can't help but picture greasy mechanic hands.....lol
No grease yet. I had just arrived & was still drinking my morning coffee.

I just used 911 as shorthand. I believe I actually said something like, "Go across the street, call the fire department and telll them we need an ambulance."
 

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