[MuttTheHoople]

Telemarketers are only trying to make a living. I never try to be rude or nasty to them. However, if I'm in a bad mood, or if they're trying to sell me something I don't like (my alma mater, RNC, Condo rental, etc.), I talk and talk and talk and waste their time....to a telemarketer, time is money.

Or, once in the case of a condo rental, I pretended to be a middle-aged man living with "mother", while my wife played "mother". I was going on and on about how "mother" said that women are bad, and that I should always take care of her, but I wanted to go to a condo to meet girls "without Mother knowing". By the end of the call (about 30 minutes later), I had the Telemarketer's supervisor threatening me with a lawsuit. Good times.

[Ransomed]

I used to tell them that I had a brother who is recovering from a mental breakdown and the doctors said that he needed to start interacting with strangers again. A short pause to get crazy bro and I would start gibbering about how their product was a front for the moon men that come to visit every night. Also sometimes crazy bro needed written and verified proof that he was talking to an actual mammal, because their voice sure sounded reptilian. “How can I say yes when you might have been hatched from an egg?!!” and “I sympathize, but you must realize an actual reptile would also deny it.”

Freegards

[Slings and Arrows]

Exquisite!

[elcid1970]

“By the end of the call (about 30 minutes later), I had the Telemarketer’s supervisor threatening me with a lawsuit.”

For doing what when they called, unsolicited? Just curious.

[null and void]

I've been known to use the keep 'em talking and talking and talking method m'self.

One day after a half hour or so of asking questions and being agreeable he finally tried to close. I blandly said "I'm not interested" "What???" "Never have been, you waste my Time I waste yours."

The guy slams down the phone.

A couple minutes later he calls me back to curse me out!

[Ditter]

You remind me of my husband. We used to get calls from someone who said they were in our neighborhood delivering prime steaks. He always said he had a few left and asked did we want them.

I always just said NO but my husband asked him a million questions about the steaks. Then he said no because we only eat dog meat.

Then he launched into how we raised our own dogs for meat right in our back yard. The guy on the phone is kinda speechless by now when my h. starts to try and sell him dog meat. Tells him how good it is and gives him recipes.

The guy finally has had enough and he hangs up. It was so much fun. :D