I lovvve telemarketers.
Today I learned how to stop worrying, and love telemarketers. I always thought they were a plague upon us, perhaps for having done something really, really, evil, in a previous. Now I consider them a blessing in disguise.
My phone shows callers, so when I got a number I didn't recognize this morning, I knew it was one of the demon telemarketers, and it did not make me happy. But I answered, intending to vent some of my ire on whoever. Well, it was a girl/woman, from the accent Pakistani or in that region of the world. Claimed she was calling from General Electric, and their monitoring showed that my home security system was outdated, and needed to be replace. A GE light bulb went on over my head. Instead of a tirade, I decide it would be more enjoyable to try to dazzle her with footwork, and if that didn't work, at least baffle her with BS. So, I told her in a cheery voice, that my security system was brand new. This definitely baffled her. So she asked if it is new, and I replied again that yes, it was brand new, no way it was outdated. Then she wished me a nice day, and hung up.
I have found the silver lining in the telemarketer cloud. Whatever they are calling about, up the ante on them. Pile on the BS with a large scoop. I was smiling for half an hour after that call. Now I no longer dread telemarketers calling. Why should I? I discovered a new way of having FUN today. Life is basically good.
"It ain't what you're told, it's what you know." - Granny Weatherwax
Fawkahwe tribal police SWAT Team
Some days, the supply of available curse words is insufficient to meet my demands.
.....Call me a craftsman, artisan, or artistic, and I will accept that. Call me an artist and you will likely get a quite rude comment in return. I am not a @#$%ing artist.