Well, it appears I'm on a roll with this blog-updating thing. Finally. So grab a cup-o'-joe and settle in.
Here's something random I thought I share as I just hung up with a telemarketer. Or a political call. Or whatever.
I had some fun with these fellas last winter. Even though I'm on that National Do Not Call List, (what a joke) I somehow still get a lot of these annoying calls.
First, I tried the method invented by Jerry Seinfeld.
Caller: Hello. May I please speak with Mrs. Coke?
Me: Actually, I'm not available right now. Why don't you give me your number and I'll call
you back when it's more convenient for me.
Caller: Long, uncomfortable pause
Me: What? You don't want to be bothered at home during dinner? Well, now you know how I
feel! Hang Up
That was fun for awhile, but eventually got boring.
So my dad told me that if one punches the # sign on the phone repeatedly, it scrambles the system from the call center. Don't know if it's true or not, but I enjoyed taking out my frustration that way for a time.
Then I had an epiphany. Now my favorite thing to do it this:
Caller: Hello. Is Mrs. Coke there?
Me: Yes. Just a minute, please.
At this point, I take the phone into my bedroom, lay it on the bed, shut the door, and walk away, snickering at my infantile sense of humor.
One time, I kept going back in and checking , and the caller stayed on the line for 12 min. racking up their company's phone bill. Tee Hee.
You'd think that by now, I'd be red-flagged on their call list or something, but guess not. So now I find myself secretly desiring to receive telemarketer calls. Cheap entertainment, I guess.