One of my mom’s friends (I’ll call her Becky) once got one of these interminable sales pitches from a company devoted to selling “leisure vacation property”. She kept hanging up, only to have the phone ring again, affording her the opportunity to hear the automated spiel pick up from where it had left off As it happened, Becky’s husband began screaming in pain during the ordeal, and Becky kept trying to call the family doctor, only to have the phone ring once again and bring yet more information about the “wonderful benefits the Cinnamon Lake experience can provide to you and your family and friends”.
Finally, the pitch ran its course, and Becky was able to call. Fortunately, the heart attack she thought her husband may have been having turned out to be simple chest pain. Had the delay in obtaining medical assistance proven more problematic, she would have sued Cinnamon Lake, and I’d like to think she’d have won.