"Excuse me, is [Insert name of some guy who aint me] home?"
"Sorry, wrong number"
"Is this [insert number that IS mine]."
"Apparantly you are not paying attention, you have the wrong number"
"No, Sir, I have the right number, but the wrong information."
WTF? Why is this jackass arguing with me?
"Well, the way I see it, the person you asked for, does not live here, I live here. That makes it a wrong number. And as I am the one who lives here, we're going to go with my opinion on the matter. Good Bye."
"Sir? SIR!, DONT YOU HANG UP ON ME!"
I mean, really.. what the holy fuck was this guy selling, that I HAD to stay on the phone for? Was he a crackhead telemarketer? Needs a commision for his evening fix?
My wife, of course, is sitting there, staring at me in bewildered amusement.
I fuckin hate unlisted numbers. When a telemarketer calls you, it should print up his home address on my caller ID. Also, his wifes name, a photo, and if his daughter is hot.. hers too. Maybe even the name of his dog.. really let ya fuck with them..
Omg why the h8!
On the serious note.. Id have either done the same thing or asked to speak to his supervisor after yelling at him some more. Become the angry irate but totally justified customer. This is why I didnt last as a telemarketer. They want you to be too damned pushy about selling shit that the people you are calling dont even need.
quote:
From the book of Amarys, chapter 3, verse 16:
*grins impishly* Fae really should stop the scary stalking
OMG like syb3r?! kk plz thx!
