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Tilted
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Using your kids to mess with Telemarketers.....
The other day I found a great way to dispense with telemarkerters by giving the phone to the 6yo and telling her to have fun. After she spun the dumb slob's head, the 2yo had her say....It started with "HEW-WOH?!" and seemed to go down hill from there.
What can I say, other then: There are just some days that telemarketers mess with you, and then there are some days you JUST FUCK THEM UP THE ASS SIDEWAYS WITH SAND AND MOLTEN METAL!!!! As a means of relieving tension that was almost sexual in nature, I recommend it.......It's a few notches below a three beer piss and just a few steps below hot sex on cold winter day in a warm bed, with a person of your choice!!! ![]() ![]() |
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I'm not a blonde! I'm knot! I'm knot! I'm knot!
Location: Upper Michigan
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Have had that happen unintentionally when my 4 yr old picked up the phone herself. When I caught her I could hear the voice without taking the phone and knew it was a telemarketer. They didn't stay on long. She was disappointed when her friend had to go. lol I let her call Grammy then, just to say hi, to make it up to her.
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... a sort of licensed troubleshooter.
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I like answering a telemarketers call as a movie character. Eveyone from James Bond to Lex de Large from Clockwork Orange. It's a lot of fun. My favorite is William Shattner doing a spoken word rendition of "Ooom bop!".
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Location: Sarasota
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My kids have learned to love messin' with the telemarketers......I started them young and they have taken it from there. Now, instead of 'cold calling' and asking 'is your refrigerator running?' they just wait for the TM's to call and jump right in....
I've heard them fake crying and then go on about how 'we haven't seen my Dad in three weeks, we think he abandoned us', 'we're here all alone can you send us some food.....pleeeease mister, pleeease' Then when they use the famous 'he's not here, he left and told us he was joining the circus', it just makes me so proud to be their father. Sniff.
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Twitterpated
Location: My own little world (also Canada)
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As a market research call centre goon (I'm the bastard that administers over-the-phone surveys to you at dinner time), I highly recommend putting your small children on the phone. I love talking to people's children, as they're normally a damn sight more pleasant, and about 300x cuter than the adult who wouldn't be doing the survey anyways.
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Tilted
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I loved talking to telemarketers when i was in middle school and high school. my brother and i would mess with them until the hung up. or we'd converse to the point that they'd get on a roll and we'd set down the phone. it's amazing how long these people will stay on the phone with no one listening!
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Upright
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Anytime a TM calls and asks for the Mr or Mrs of the house, I say "Hold on, I'll go get them" and then just put the phone down and go about doing whatever I was doing, eventually they hang up. Or just put it next to the TV and let them listen to that for a while. It's pretty bad that they hang up on you when you tell them you are not interested. I've never flat out hung up on one, I'm at least polite enough to say thank you very much but I'm not interested. I'm on the Do Not Call List, but I still get the rude TMs, charities and stuff. I just prefer to give to the charity of my choice, not the one that calls my house.
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Twitterpated
Location: My own little world (also Canada)
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Psycho
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Banned
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Hubby and I live in the family house. My grandma, grandpa and uncle all used to live here, but have all long since passed away. Still, telemarketers frequently call asking to speak to them. It doesn't bother me since I wasn't close to my deceased relatives, so I like to try to make the telemarketers feel guilty for dragging up such "painful memories." ![]() *ring* *ring* Me: "Hello?" TM: "Yes, hello. Is Mr, uhm, Richard, uhm... is Mr. Richard there?" (they can never pronounce the last name) Me: *pause* "Grandpa's dead." TM: "I'm so sorry for your loss. Is his wife there?" Me: *sniffle* "She's dead, too." TM: *silence* "Is there a homeowner available?" Me: *deep breath* "No, when my uncle died the house was left to my father and aunt. They don't live here." TM: "Well, uhm, thank you for your time... have a good day..." *click* Good times. ![]() |
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