Apparently Gallup thinks my responses are so rewarding that they can’t stop, and called again today.
And Gallupper Randall says that I made his day. Note that all the laffs and heavy breathing were supplied by him.
http://doorbell.net/junk/110410gallup.mp3
Strangely enough, my answer to his question, “Did I reach you on a cellphone or a landline?” was correct. Gallup called my cellphone, which forwarded the call to my landline, so “Yes” was the right answer.
We used to take the Union. I always much preferred it to it’s competitor (the Sacramento Bee), and was very disappointed when it folded. At least now I know who to blame (your attempts to distance yourself notwithstanding).
I guess I’ll just have to get **Musicat ** to bomb you.
Wait, Musicat does…contracts?
Is there a price list?
I’ve been trying to find out, but he won’t answer my calls 
Perhaps we should slip the carefully worded request in an envelope under his door with a twenty dollar bill.
I used to post telemarketers phone numbers to fake Craigslist and Backpage ads. Not certain what happened, but I always made certain that the ad was something that I knew that people would respond to frequently (really cheap MacBooks, job listings,etc)
I figured that it was the least that I could do.
Make me an offer.
My list is quite lengthy.
Do you offer a volume discount?
Say, perhaps a building when I am not there.
How close are you to Bentonville?
About two hundred miles.
But you might refuse it.
So…I’ve had the Nielsen Company calling me several times a day for a week or so. I put them on call block, using the number that showed up.
Somehow, they’ve thwarted it. The same number that I blocked is ringing through. I checked my call block and it’s listed.
Great. Now the annoying telemarketers are figuring out how to bypass blockers.
P.S. My phone now offers a reverse call block. Instead of listing the numbers you want block, you list the numbers you intend to receive. Everyone else is turned away. I’m tempted to start using it before Election time this year.
Anyone here seen the movie “Queen of Versailles”? In the DVD extras, two salespeople talk a couple, who mention in the movie that they have just had their third child, down to something like $31 a month for a luxury Vegas condo, and at that moment, they realize it’s all a scam, and get up and leave.
FYI: If you get any “junk mail” from the Nielsen Company, DO NOT throw it away unopened. It may contain cash; mine had two crisp $1 bills in it. Nothing to lose but a few seconds of your time, anyway! 
For those of you who want to waste their time…
When I worked (very briefly) as a telemarketer, for a national company that contracted for places like J.C. Penny, AOL, etc., the policy in our call center was that we could never terminate the call–it always had to be the mark on the other end. Even in situations where the mark was obviously screwing with us, the boss said we simply had to mute our phone and wait.
I hated the job, of course, and couldn’t bring myself to keep trying to con older people into an insurance program “endorsed by Christopher Reeve!” So the people who thwarted my efforts always amused me. My favorite was the guy who simply walked me through his life for like an hour.
“Now I’m spreading the mayo on my white bread. Well, hell, I don’t have any chicken breast so I’m having to go with turkey.”
Then he ate, noisily, in my ear.
After, whether real or fake, he began masturbating. Again, noisily.
QA happened to be listening and recording that call, and the tape made the rounds for a while. Good times.
I have received mail like that from trade magazine surveys. But then I figured that if I gathered all my junk mail for a year into one pile and methodically opened each, unfolded the papers and searched for dollar bills, it would take me an hour, so I was being paid a dollar an hour if I found one.
Not worth the effort.
(snicker) This one’s amusing. My husband has seriously thought about trying to forward calls from one known telespammer to another telespammer.
In honor of this thread, when I got a call on my cell last night from a number in Florida (spoofed, probably) I decided to answer it and see if my advice above still applied.
It was “Jack,” a dude with an Indian accent. Said I’d been selected to receive a home security system.
He asked if I owned or rented my home. I responded that I was homeless.
“So you are the homeowner?”
No, Jack, I don’t have a home; I live on the street."
Dude straight hung up on me.
Next time, I’ll play along and say oh sure, I own my home, yada yada, hear the spiel, then when it comes time to give the address, I’ll say “cardboard fridge box number 3, such-and-such sidewalk.” That should piss 'em right off.
How about 1600 Pennsylvania Ave NW, Washington, DC 20500? Or 123 Fake St., Springfield, {any state}?
I open every envelope that arrives in my name, even if it appears to be junk mail. Sometimes it isn’t. I almost threw away concert tickets one time.