A number of years ago, I got a tele-marketing call for replacement windows. This was pre-Do-not-call times. I was nice, but insistent that I wasn’t interested. The guy was so polite, and practically begged me to let him yammer for a few minutes because he’d get credit with his boss. I sensed an opportunity, and agreed. As he prattled on about his probably non-existent/worthless windows, I mixed in a few personal questions (Like the job? Easy to get to? etc.) hoping for a gem. He foolishly told me he lived near the place, close enough to walk to work. [MINE!!! MINE!!! I own you!!!] I casually asked what town he was in, he told me Southfield (Detroit suburb, about 2 hours from my home at the time) and even threw in that there was a K-Mart right near him. I heard the trap snap shut, told him I knew that neighborhood well. Described the plaza. “Yeah, that one,’ he says, like I’m his best friend and I’m meeting him at the bar.
Because I’m a cold-hearted, ruthless person when it comes to telemarketers, I calmly asked, “Do you have any...daughters?” Dead silence, then a click. Even the wife found this horrifically funny. I’ll bet he looked over his shoulder for quite a while.
It was over 5 years before I got another telemarketing call.
I just got a telemarking call on my cell from a 312 area code. No message left.......I’m not calling it back but it pisses me off that I got the call. I registered on that bogus govt. website for do not call numbers and it looks like it’s about as effective as any other F’n govt. agency............