Might be a GQ I suppose, but seems pointless enough for in here.
So, about eight o’ clock last night I get a call on the “Junk” phone line I use for internet and fax…
Telemarketer: Mr. Inky?
TM: Hello, I’m from Brand-X broadband. Would you be interested in…
TM: Thank you, sir.
Me: Please take me off your call list.
TM: Certainly sir.
Me: In fact, could you take me off all the call lists, everywhere?
TM: Well sir, I can only take you off our list here…
Me: Could you maybe go door to door in your neighborhood, making sure that nobody with the intention of bugging me has my number?
TM: You could just hang up, sir.
And that’s when the cartoon lightbulb appeared over my head! She couldn’t hang up on me!
Me: Nah, I’ve got all evening. So, got any decent recipies for chicken?
TM: (Exasperated) Sir?
Me: Chicken. Evidently my chicken is too garlicy.
TM: Sir, if your not interested…
Me: Oh, but I am. I’m starting to think my girlfriend may be a vampire!
And so it went for about another five minutes. The telemarketer eventually stopped responding to me after a brief tirade about how my dogs liked to eat the leather skins off of baseballs they found in the park, and that they’d poop out the half-digested skins which would sort of hang out of their rectums. The thing is, she was still there! I heard her sighing and I heard the murmurs of other operators in the background.
Over the next hour and a half I checked back occasionally, and still I heard the murmurs of operators in the background.
I finally hung up around two A.M. to post this. The line was still open, but it was quiet on the other end. Anybody know how this is possible?