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Not your usual telemarketing rant
Nov. 29th, 2008 08:00 pmI'm starting to get a little annoyed at the number of times I've had to have this conversation with telemarketers:
Them: Can I speak to the homeowner please?
Fri: That's me.
Them: Um... sorry, the homeowner please?
Fri: That's me.
Them: Is your mum or dad around?
Fri: ... I'm 23.
Them: blahblahblah parents homeowner etc.
Yes, I own this house. No, I'm not just being an ass to you while you're trying to earn that perky little comission to spend on crack and whores. It's almost as fun as the >9000 calls that I got last year asking for Mum, though I did recieve a giddy little thrill upon hearing them stumble and sputter when I bluntly told them she'd died in February. Oh yes, squirm you fuckers, squirm.
Them: Can I speak to the homeowner please?
Fri: That's me.
Them: Um... sorry, the homeowner please?
Fri: That's me.
Them: Is your mum or dad around?
Fri: ... I'm 23.
Them: blahblahblah parents homeowner etc.
Yes, I own this house. No, I'm not just being an ass to you while you're trying to earn that perky little comission to spend on crack and whores. It's almost as fun as the >9000 calls that I got last year asking for Mum, though I did recieve a giddy little thrill upon hearing them stumble and sputter when I bluntly told them she'd died in February. Oh yes, squirm you fuckers, squirm.
