My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - MFM Minisode 383

Episode Date: May 13, 2024

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The mini-sode. How cute is that? Precious. And welcome. To my favorite murder. The mini-soad. How cute is that? Precious, so tiny. So teeny tiny. This little thing, midweek, help you out. Don't worry about it. Yeah. It's our pleasure. We'll take care of you.

Actually, is it Monday for everyone? I think it's Monday. Oh, it is Monday. It is Monday, beginning of the week. We don't know what day it is either, man. Also, what year is it, for real? Truly. Wanna go real? Truly. Want to go first?

Sure. OK. This is actually a PSA. And if this is the kind of thing people want to start writing in, I'm all for it. And I think this is a great sample of how you should do it if you're going to do it. Listen to this.

Great. I love a new topic. Yeah, kind of a new segment. Yeah. The subject line of this email is ruthless jury duty scam. It says, hi, period. So immediately, you know this email is from a man. My wife is a huge listener of yours.

I'm more into sports podcasts, but the balloon disaster in Cleveland stands out as an episode of yours I particularly enjoyed. Nice. Thank you. I wanted to reach out about a tough experience my wife had yesterday. She received a call where the very official sounding man informed her that she had a warrant out for her arrest. This was supposedly due to her signing jury attendance papers and then not showing up. supposedly due to her signing jury attendance papers and then not showing up. He said that the only way for her to prevent spending time in jail was for her to within hours post $9,000 in bail.

And then in parentheses, it says given directly to him in cash, of course. He yelled at her for crying. He said that this is the case that was under a strict gag order and that she was not allowed to speak to anyone. And then it says, he heard me whispering in the background at one point and went ballistic. What the fuck? And then he said that if she stepped foot on quote, government property, she would immediately be arrested.

Note that my wife had been summoned for jury duty in the past year. She was not required to report. The scammer named was a real county judge. So he's referencing real judges and his phone call showed up on her caller ID as legitimately being from the county courthouse. No way, man. These all added an air of legitimacy to the call. Despite her frazzled state, my wife smartly drove to the local police station instead of the bank and walked in distraught. The front desk lady was amazing, took the

phone from my wife and yelled at the scammer herself. Just for peace of mind, that lady looked up the case numbers the scammer had provided, which were in the correct format and showed my wife that there was nothing active. After all of this, my wife credited your podcast and all the true crime she consumes for sounding the warning bells in her head. She said that in particular, many of her podcasts talk about fraudsters generating an extreme sense of urgency, which is absolutely what was going on here. I don't know if you do PSAs, but I know that you have a wide audience, and I think this could help a lot of people to hear.

From Googling, this seems to be an extremely common scam with many victims, unfortunately going all the way through with the transfer of cash. Then it says, when, colon. This happened in April of 2024. Where, where colon we live in the Seattle metro area And then it just says Jason Jason. Thank you. Wow I feel like the only thing they did wrong was say that it needs to be cash because then I immediately would have been like Yeah, you know what I mean? Right? But first of all, the caller ID being accurate is like- I'm done. I believe anything you say.

For real, and all the people out there, if you have a grandma, if you have a grandpa, if you have- Older parents, yeah. Please tell them this story because we live in this world where we trust tech. Tech is telling us this is legit because it's the name on our phone.

Scammers, that's what they go to. They learn tech, they fix tech. It's the same thing with like the card readers on the gas pump type of thing where suddenly your credit card is scanned or whatever. It's the stuff that we don't, we have been relying on like this kind of information to tell what's real and what's not real. And now it's like, it's all up in the air. Damn, okay, I love that. Please write in your PSA about scammers. Have you been scammed?

Did something happen? Blah, blah, blah. I fucking love that. That's a great new subject. Well, and we owe it all to Jason. Thank you, Jason. Who does not like this podcast. Thank you, Jason. Who does not like this podcast. Thank you, Jason. Who doesn't listen and will never listen. Doesn't listen, doesn't prefer it,

but clearly his wife wears the pants in that family because he's listening to those podcasts. He's just forced to consume it. That's right. Jason, here's the thing. You gave us a segment. So at the end of this mini-sode, we're going to just give you all the ball scores. We're going to talk about all the hockey fights that happened this week. How about that? I don't like fights. Okay, this one's called,

per the 11 year old babysitter in mini-sode 151, another WTF 1980s babysitting story. The best. It just starts all caps. You guys. Fuck, I know I am so far behind that I refuse to listen out of order because then I will miss the inside jokes. So here I am rounding out the 2019 episodes about to relive the pandemic via your podcast. Oh, sorry. Super. I have no one to blame but myself for this predicament. Here really quick. I feel like maybe word needs to get out.

Yeah. That there are no inside jokes that are inside so much that you won't understand this podcast if you listen out of order. Yeah. I feel like some people catch up while they are listening to the new episodes when they come out. You know what I mean? Right. Yes. Which I think makes sense. And says, anyhow, my story. in 1988, I was an 11 year old babysitter in the suburb of Seattle, getting paid $2 an hour to babysit all caps, five kids under

the age of six, including an infant. And how old is this child? Eleven. Oh, friends. They knew it was wrong. They knew it was wrong when they were doing it. They did. There was frozen breast milk to thaw for the baby,

a 1980s trampoline death trap, five children, and me, an 11-year-old who probably passed as an undersized eight-year-old. What could go wrong? On one occasion, I was working with a friend, so we were splitting that $2 an hour cash money, and we were in the basement putting all five kids to bed. Considering the sheer number of them and their age range,

this was no small feat. Upon finishing, we were excited to head upstairs, pray for ice cream in the freezer, and relax in front of the TV. However, when we got upstairs, the entire house was filled with smoke. We ran around frantically looking for the source and discovered an absolutely ancient

oscillating fan sparking and spewing smoke that was perched far too close to some extremely flammable looking curtains. Oh no. I got on the phone immediately and called 911. Smart. That's $2. She's earning that $2. She's going to earn that $2. That she has to split. Also 911 had been invented the week before she made that call. Jesus. I could hear the sirens firing up in the distance while the operator told us to get all the kids out of the house. Due to the close proximity of the station, the trucks arrived just as we were carrying

the sleepy, terrified, all caps five, children into the driveway in their pajamas. After not too long, the firefighters, who probably wondered if they should call CBS, no they didn't, there was no question. They didn't care. assured us that we had done the right thing by calling them and not messing with the fan ourselves. They removed the fan, cleared the smoke, and told us it was safe to go back inside. Our chargers were still crying and still terrified, so I hopped on the landline, called the restaurant listed on the day's babysitting notes and

asked to speak to the parents. And it says, remember that? Calling a restaurant and asking to speak to a diner? Wild times. I totally remember that. I've definitely done it for sure. Absolutely. Hey, can you look and see if there's a kind of a tall guy?

Yeah. Anyhow, whichever one of the exhausted parents I spoke to informed me that they would not be coming home early and would still be home at 11 PM. They said the five kids under the age of six could just stay up and watch TV until they got home. Wow. It says, um, and watch what? Dynasty, Dallas, America's Most Wanted. There was no children's programming on TV after 7pm in the 80s. And only four channels to choose from.

That's right. And these $2 an hour clowns didn't exactly have an extensive laser disc collection for us to sort through. I probably turned on Nova or something. $2 an hour clowns, that's a great fucking insult. The children were a mess when the parents got home. The unappreciated cheapskates didn't give us a single penny over the promised $2 an hour. And I never babysat for them again. So whatever. They were lucky my 11 year old self knew how to handle an emergency and that they didn't come home to a raging house fire.

I guess if you read this on a current mini-sode, I'll hear about it in 2028. Or perhaps my murderino buddy, Sarah, who is caught up, will call me and let me know you read my story. Sarah. Sarah. It says, Sarah, pay attention. Stay sexy and don't babysit for fools, Ashley N. Wow.

Ashley executed her babysitting services. The babysitter's club would have made her the president. That would have been a whole novel of a babysitter's club book. She would have been the cover model because she wouldn't, I would have been too scared to call 911 and my dad's a fireman.

Oh right. I would have been like, Oh, I'll get in trouble if this is incorrect. Is this stupid or am I being dumb? I should handle this myself. Yeah, I should, I'll put it out myself, even though the house is filled with smoke. Yeah, Jesus, unreal.

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which was a main episode. We only did it a couple of weeks ago, I believe. Totally. Or it could have been three years ago. How would I know? You were chatting about elevators and the fear of elevator crashes. I am a transportation engineer,

and I'm writing in to tell you that if you live in North America, elevators are actually the safest means of transportation, statistically speaking. I don't know if I'd call them a means of transportation. I mean, technically, I guess. They transport, you're asked. Sure, sure.

They're inspected regularly, and the factors of safety are incredibly high, which, hats off to the Otis Corporation. You guys are doing great work, but I will say this. My French name, Graflo lives in a building in New York City that had a little card where the elevator inspector was supposed to come and put the date of the inspection and sign their name. Yeah.

And I know that on multiple occasions, Bob Odenkirk took that card out and signed it himself and put it back in. So it might've just been that building, not either being all the way up to it or the next inspector just signed under him. But there was hijinks that were had with that elevator inspection card. Not a great system in place. I mean, is it yearly? Is it every three?

Yeah, only Bob Odenkirk knows. And this person, unless something like a plane crashes into the building, which is what happened to Betty Lou Oliver, an elevator cannot fall. This is actually great information to be. So happy about this. This is a second PSA and this person didn't mean to write it. I love it. Nice one. Okay. The cabs are counterweighted, meaning if all the brakes did manage to fail, the elevator

will actually drift upwards. The cables holding the elevator are ridiculously strong. It's pretty much impossible for them to snap. Elevators are designed and built with a crazy amount of redundancies such that if everything but one thing fails, that one thing can still hold more than the rated load of the cab. Wow. Wow.

The most dangerous part of an elevator is the door. The sensors on the doors can be glitchy, causing them to close or open too early. There aren't a lot of elevator-related deaths, but most of them, brace yourself if you don't like gory stuff. But most of them are due to decapitation from the elevator moving while the doors are still open. I don't want to do it. I don't want to leave the house.

I don't want to leave the house. But listen, listen, what I've told you so far is nothing bad can happen except for the one thing that probably would never happen. That's fair. That's fair. Okay. Another thing to note is that despite what the movies tell you, you normally cannot access the escape hatch on the ceiling.

They are kept locked to keep people from doing exactly that. If for some reason it is unlocked, it's still a bad idea to try to get up there. You will probably hurt yourself trying to reach the ceiling and elevator shafts are pitch black. Also, there are no super handy ladder rungs on the walls for people to climb. That's all of that is Hollywood. I can die hard lied to us and I'm mad. I mean, speed. That movie started with that elevator sequence that I think made everybody believe all those lies. If you do find yourself stuck in an elevator, there is no need to worry. You are perfectly

safe. Just call for help, decide on the P corner and wait to be rescued. Nikki, that's one of my favorite emails we've ever gotten at this show. So helpful. Like so all of these, that's like a very helpful thing to know. And Jason, not to say that your email wasn't great and not one of my favorites, but you don't care, you don't even listen to this podcast. But for this one, what they're doing is taking concerns and fears that our main show could have kind of planted

in you and saying, don't worry about that. I love it. I do too, it's great. The decapitation thing will stick with me, but I kind of planted in you and saying, don't worry about that. I love it. I do too. That's great. The decapitation thing will stick with me, but I kind of already knew that. But it should because you know you'd get down on the ground and stick your head in there. Where's the elevator? Have you seen the security footage from like an apartment building or the drunk as fuck

dudes, one's carrying the other and they like fall into the elevator. I hope it's not real. Did they die? I don't know what it's just one of those videos that you're like, I need the rest of this story. Yeah, I think sometimes if you can't get the rest of the story, it's because it's fake. That's what I think. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. But you know, I love drunk people doing stupid shows. My favorite thing. There's truly nothing better. There's a series of TikToks. It was like one TikTok that was, they were all laced together.

It was drunk people at weddings. Lots of girls dressed beautifully with a glass of white wine in their hand falling backwards into hedges. And like, and they kind of don't know what's happening until they're in. It's so, so good. Listen, you're just telling me about it

and I'm kind of like, okay. Hey, how about things found in walls? And then it's called the house that chose us. Hell yes. Hey, Karen, Georgia producers and pets. I'm not even going to try to be witty with an intro. So here goes. When I was 10, my realtor mother went to sell what was likely the ugliest house in the state of New Hampshire. It was a hundred year old Dutch colonial dump that had been lived in by many yet the state of New Hampshire. It was a hundred year old Dutch colonial dump that had been lived in by many, yet taken care of by few. The current owner was a hoarder,

and you couldn't really see much of the internal structure. The floors in the kitchen were made up of precariously placed plywood. It says you could see to the basement. The walls and ceilings were marred with cigarette stains and says smelled like it too. And what parts of the outside that were not falling off were a horrible electric teal color.

It was crumbling from the inside out and nothing short of a miracle could make it livable. And then it says my actually psychic miracle working mother took one look at this house and instead of showing it to her friend, the potential buyer, she took it in with all its decrepit glory and said, this is my house. Oh my God. She called my dad who was a pilot for American Airlines and told him she just found their forever home. My dad, maybe a bit too trusting without actually seeing this home said, okay, honey.

And she pretty much bought the place then and there. Safe to say at 10 years old, I didn't care much for what made the place ugly. It had woods to explore in the back and that was enough for me. Not so much for my Nana who cried when she saw the house and told my Pop Pop that we had effectively ruined our lives. Oh Nana.

Oh Nana. So dramatic. When they were renovating, we found all manner of things, common ones we all know and love, like razors in the wall, creepy dolls in the basement. But what really sold us was this. Remember how I said my father was a pilot for American Airlines? I do. In the basement, there was an ash chute that connected to the fireplace upstairs. While pulling out ash and charcoal, we found something strange, a little white bowl. We decided to wash it off instead of throwing it out. And to everyone's surprise, it was a vintage porcelain bowl from, can

you guess it, American Airlines. What? It was white with a little red line inside and a blue stamp with the American Airlines logo. Turns out it was one of the oldest and rarest china dishes ever used by the airline for in-flight service. And somehow it ended up in the ashtute. Ooh. Also, have you seen those pictures of what first class used to look like in the 50s?

Oh, when they're like carving a turkey for you. A turkey? Yeah. And also people are sitting, it's not like an aisle with seats. It looks like people are sitting in kind of a living room. Yeah. So crazy. It's a lounge. But that's the weirdest coincidence.

Isn't that weird? Not sure of the kleptomaniacal logistics there, but to my parents, it was a sign that all of this was meant to be. Remember when I stole salt and pepper shakers on our way to Sydney that were in the fucking shape of the Sydney Opera House? I do remember it because there's a set downstairs on my dad's, in my dad's kitchen that's right up on the, like it's on the shelf above the stove. Yes, I love it. Love it. So I'm the klepto here. Yeah. It was a sign that all this meant to be from the holes and critters in the walls to the accidental foot someone put through the floor of the bathroom upstairs, almost sending the man through to our kitchen. And it says we do still have a picture of his leg through the ceiling.

They have lived in that house for decades now. The bowl eventually went missing. Perhaps it returned to the walls for the next family that moves in 100 years from now. But as I start my own family, I will always remember how my mom chose this unlikely house and how it seemed to choose us in return. Thank you ladies for all you do in the world of mental health awareness, justice for those that may not have their stories told otherwise, and for creating the safe space for all of us murderinos to exist and thrive. I work as a home hospice nurse now, and you both help me decompress and compartmentalize

as I drive between patients during my days. Wow. That's right. That's necessary. That makes me feel good. Yeah, I like that. It's a service to someone who needs it. Much love to you all in the MFM family, Kara, she, her.

That's such a good story. Also because it's like, you know, treasures in the eye of the beholder. Totally. But like, if I found that bowl, I would have also freaked out. Yeah. Cause it's like, and it's rare.

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Well, we're now on a full psychic binge here because my last email is the subject line of it is Grammy's treasure Greetings fam. I'm a day one murderino and I've written in twice before You didn't care for the story about my dad accidentally shooting a shotgun in our house on Halloween night, nor my near-death experience with an angry moose in the wilds of Montana, but I know you love a good treasure story. Yes, this is the one. You made it, also day one murderino, high five. Love you.

When I was in the fifth grade, and then in parentheses it says 1988, my 82 year old Grammy passed peacefully in her sleep. Grammy's taste in decor was well boring. My family held a yard sale trying to sell off her trinkets and home furnishings, even at rock bottom prices, not much sold. A few weeks later, my mom and dad were on a flight and the gentleman sitting next to my dad had finished reading his newspaper and shoved it in

the seed pocket. Bored, my dad asked if he could do the crossword puzzle. As he was working the puzzle, he saw an ad in the classifieds next to the puzzle asking for paintings by a certain artist. Dad turns to mom and says, Allison, isn't this the artist the ugly landscape painting that we tried to sell at the yard sale? Dad saved the ad and when they returned home, he dug the boring painting out from behind his workbench in the garage. Sure enough, right next to the masking tape with the yard sale price of 25 cents was the signature of the same artist.

Dad had the painting appraised and yep, it was treasure. They ended up selling the painting for $17,000. Holy shit. And then it says, you want to know how much $17,000 in 1988 is worth today? I do. It's $45,000. Holy shit. For 25 cents, like they put masking tape on it and we're going to sell it for 25 cents. For a painting that they probably would have just tossed.

Absolutely. Holy shit. If somebody had brought a dumpster. Yeah. Oh my God. And then it says, thanks Grammy. Was it a Thomas Kinkade? Those things, they are worth, they're priceless.

Say sexy and don't try to sell ugly art for 25 cents. It could be worth a lot more cat she her But how do you know like what are the chances? I love that story because what are the fucking chances? What are the chances that the guy next to him would give up that newspaper? Yeah, and he's just like I'm bored that the ad was next to the crossword, that he would remember the artist's name. Yep. Yep. Unbelievable. Amazing. Unbelievable. Look, Kat, your other stories suck shit. This one was unbelievable.

This one was the best of the bunch. Great job. You were right to keep going. Yeah. This one's called Episode 415, when Georgia asked how much an old timey bulletproof vest weighed and my hometown. I guess that sounds like something I'd be curious about, right? Yum. Hello, Karen in Georgia. I want to tell you about my kick-ass grandpa. He was a Buffalo, New York police officer in the 60s and a US deputy marshal into the 70s.

Ooh, he's seen some shit. Serious shit. He played a role in establishing the Federal Witness Protection Program. He was in charge of guarding Patty Calabrese, who was an informant on a Buffalo crime family headed by Stefano Magadino. Magadino, huh? Magadino. A book was written about it, Hide in Plain Sight by Leslie Waller and movie of the same title filmed

in Buffalo in 1980 about the Buffalo City Hall robbery of which Calabrese and members of Magadino's crew were part of. Georgia did the Italian gesture when she said Magadino. The following is how I know how much an old timey bulletproof vest weighs. In the late 90s, my grandpa passed away. One of the treasures he left us with was his bulletproof vest from his US deputy marshal career. Our family was attending a Catholic mass, says Karen, the guilt truly does not ever

leave you. And my 70 pound knob-kneed eight-year-old brother at the time started sweating and feeling nauseous. My mom told him he should remove his winter coat to cool down. Turns out he had worn the 15 pound bulletproof vest underneath his winter coat. He didn't want to remove his coat when he got too hot because he was afraid of getting in trouble for wearing the vest to church. Thanks for sharing your hearts and minds and true crime. Angela Buffalo, New York. That's such a little boy thing to do, isn't it? I know, because it's like, was it, did he just want to wear it or was it a tribute?

He seems too young to be like, Grandpa, I'll miss you. It seems like curiosity. This is my chance. Somebody died. Nobody's minding the shop. Yeah. No, I want to wear this. Almost just like in his mind, he's going to need to like die hard the situation or something. What if Angelo Calabresi comes and gets his revenge? That was a batch of winners.

Yeah, a batch made in heaven. Good job everyone. Right as your shit. We love it. My favorite murder at Gmail. You're always great. And if you have already written in, have you written in three times? Yeah. Like Kat? I bet you have a better story than what you originally wrote in, or you could just rewrite it and send it again.

That's fine. Yeah, you could always make it shorter. Yeah. Anyway, stay sexy. And don't get murdered! Yay! Elvis, do you want a cookie? Ah.

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