dude on other end of phone: Hello. May I please speak to the youngest
adult male in the household who's over eighteen and registered to
vote?
me: (pause, ignoring the second clause) You could, but he's busy in
his litter box right now.
dude: (pause, same dull telemarketer drone) Are you referring to the
cat?
me: Yes.
dude: Well, I meant a human.
me: Sorry, can't help you. -click-
I'm such an asshole...
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:) nice.
Oh, but that was cold, Belle...wish I could do that myself. :-)
One of the Obama staffers called my house this morning (it was primary day here in Louisiana) with a recorded message practically warning me about how important it was for me to get my ass out there and vote. (Well..not exactly in those exact terms.) I didn't have the heart to tell him that I couldn't vote in this one because I'm a registered Green and we didn't have a candidate. Oh, well.
Anthony
Hahahaha
Hilarious!
We're at the point where we let voicemail answer our landline and use our cellies only. (That's a sentence nobody would've understood 20 years ago, ain't it?)
fabulous! ♥ it
What can I say? You're a telemarketer's nightmare.
Oh, gee, thanks, Anon...if that was clipped, should we go out and buy the entire encyclopedia set of your post in its entirity??
Belle hits the delete button on that trash in 5...4...3...2....
Anthony
i don't want to talk to any clone-gods EITHER. i don't CARE if i've been disfavored. if i'm disfavored, i should be on the "do not call/spam" list, even if i can't get on the "do not smite" list.
That made me laugh so much, good job on getting rid of the spammer.
hey, welcome, sara.
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