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.