The bastards. I was having a heavenly dream about something or other that I can no longer place but they had to call. The telemarketer identifies himself as a police officer (Detective Something or Other) and calls me by the diminutive of my name (it isn’t common), throwing me off guard. They wanted me to donate money for some charity thing that would help find missing children.
I thought to myself, hey this is a decent cause since I was just out of my slumber. If I had been more awake I would have likely So I listened to the speech for a few minutes. I prudently never buy anything from phone solicitors. I have absolutely no trust in them.
So I said, “I don’t ever buy anything over the phone. Please send me a brochure that tells about the charity.”
He said, “So you want to be put down for a $50 commitment?”
I say, “No, I don’t make any fiscal commitments over the phone. Send me a brochure that tells about the charity and I will read it over and then make a commitment.” I am sure that he didn’t know that one of my good friends is on the city council and knows all of the police. I would have thoroughly checked it out through him before making a commitment and possibly make it a prosecutable offense if it were fake with proof of such.
He said, “So that is a $50 commitment?”
Damn this dimwitted fuckbulb was fucking pushy. I tell him, “No, send me a brochure that describes your charity so I can have it in writing before making a commitment.”
After going back and forth with this for a while he finally tells me that the company (it changed from police officers something or other to company) only sends out the stickers to those that make a commitment.
ARRGGHHH!!! “I told him I don’t want a sticker. I want a brochure describing the charity itself.”
He said, “So you want to make a $50 commitment.”
Not back to that again, moron such as he is doesn’t seem to be able to understand the spoken language. For some reason I stayed on the line, I guess that means the moron was me as well. I asked if he had a brochure that described the charity.
Suddenly he became defensive. He said, “We do, but we only send them out if one makes a commitment.”
I ask him, “ok then, so you are trying to scam me. I can’t trust anyone who won’t send me literature about their organization so I can check them out.”
He tried to protest but it was too late. I had finally hung up. Bastards who destroy my sleep make me very unhappy. Fucktards who destroy my sleep while trying to scam money out of me push me to the verge of homicide. I guess that would have kept the “detective” in business.