I tend to have some small amount of compassion for telemarketers since I (very briefly) did that work myself for the local paper (2 weeks, that's all I lasted). I left not because it was challenging so much as ridiculous to insist I give three pitches to a woman who said she was on welfare and had glaucoma so bad she could barely see. I'm sorry, no.
Mom, on the other hand, has no such compassion, taking delight at stumping the cold-callers with these sorts of honest yet blunt answers.
One thought on “Might as well have fun!”
We often just hang up on them.
Before I got married, the test would be whether they were able to correctly pronounce my last name. If they failed to grasp the notion of the “silent E” on its end, as so many did, then they were not fit to talk to me. Alas, few mispronounce my current last name, though I do still get called Mitchell occasionally.