It’s hard to make new friends…
Telemarketer: “Can I speak to Mr K’Niff Pe(mumble)ton, please?”
Me: “No.”
Telemarketer: “Errrrr” (this wasn’t in the script)
Me: ” ”
Telemarketer: “I think we have a bad connection.”
Me: ” ”
Telemarketer: “Can I speak to Kenndle Pimblekin, please?” (Why don’t these companies employ people who have at least SOME idea how to read?)
Me: “No.”
Telemarketer: (finally realising that I’m being deliberately obstructive) “I want to speak to Mr (mumble)ting.”
Me: “And I’m not going to let you.”
Telemarketer: ” ”
Me: ” ”
Telemarketer: “Please can I speak to Kimbon Penderton?” (or at least people who can mis-pronounce my name the same way every time? So far he’s asked to speak to four different people, none of whom are ME)
Me: “No.”
Telemarketer: “Who are YOU to tell me that?”
Me: “I’m the person who answers this phone.”
Telemarketer: ” ”
Me: “You known, the phone that you called, uninvited, despite the fact that I’m TPS-listed and you have broken the law?”
Telemarketer: ” ”
Me: “I’d like your full name, and the name of the company you work for, please?”
Telemarketer: ” ”
Me: “Your full name, please? The police can’t do anything without it.”
—click—
Wonder why he hung up? We were getting on so well.
It’s so difficult to make new friends these days.
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