Jebus H. Christie!
You folk do not appreciate telemarketers at all! Sure, sometimes they interrupt you while you’re eating dinner, or when you’re in the middle of a perfect run through a Rachmaninov concerto, or when you’re just about to vanquish those evil little Rage Gunboats in EVN. And that is annoying.
However, do you folks not realize the goldmine telemarketers are for testing out whatever cracked-out ideas you have for interacting with people? For example, I could never play the part of a Frenchman in real life (seeing as how I look more Chinese than Mao), but when a telemarketer calls, say hello to Jean-Michel Dubois, medecin et danseur erotique.
“Allo? Wut du yoo wont, monsieur? Du yoo wont kek? Let dem eet kek! Eet cure disease, end eets very sexy!”
Oh god, listening to them try to deal with psychopathic frenchman is just so much fun. I swear, I really should buy their product for the amusement they give me. It’s like I’m stealing entertainment bundles of joy straight out of their little tushes (note: add last to my erogenous-zone obsessed character).
Another favorite character of mine is the paranoid conspiracy theorist who talks in a high pitch voice (think that couple in Seinfeld where Elaine and Jerry couldn’t tell their voices apart).
“The black helicopters… I see them! Stop toying with me! All your secret code words, it’s too much! Long-distance, I’ll tell you it’s long-distance, a long distance to HELL! I ain’t going down, not like this! ARRGGGGGGGHHH!”
And of course I’ve done the enthusiastic buyer who has suddenly gone mute.
“Would you be interested in switching plans?”
“Yes I would! Please tell me m-” And then random throat clearings in response to them asking questions.
I’m serious. Must See TV can’t hold a candle to Chatting With Phil The Eager Telemarketer.