JW
Jess Wisher
Dec 28, 2025
I was sitting at a table eating when I overheard an employee behind the counter on a phone call he was greasy in the face, and almost soggy. His name tag read Donavan. His voice carried across the dining area—slightly feminine in tone and impossible to ignore.
He was talking about a fake review, explaining that the person on the other end had used AI to generate it instead of writing it themselves. At one point he paused and said plainly, “I don’t understand Australian.” It was strange, because the voice on the phone sounded like normal English, just accented. He didn’t sound confused so much as dismissive, like that explained everything.
He kept insisting the review was not about him
“That was Chad,” he said more than once, as if correcting a clerical error. Then, after a short silence, he added quietly but with certainty: “Donavan never existed.” He stated he made up Donavan.
When the call ended, he lowered the phone, glanced around the room, and said, almost casually, “It was him again. The Donny Khan guy—calling us again after leaving that AI review.”