THEY ALL LOVE ME?

I keep on getting unsolicited phone calls from diabetic companies that wish to sell me insurance, supplies and whatever else they have. They call everyday, and least twice a day. I have repeatedly told them that I don’t want their calls, and to please stop. But as one solicitor said: “I’m sorry, you name is in our base, and we are not the only company that will call you, we can’t stop, and the calls will keep on coming to you.” Oh?

Then one day I got a three call day, then that night the caller ID identified a company that had called earlier in the day! So, if I can’t convince them to stop, I will at least cost them some time and money for their efforts. These people who call me pay for the solicitor to call and speak, then wait for me to reply. More often than not, when they call, you answer and there is a long pause, like the caller is not paying attention, then suddenly burst on the phone and says:

1.) “Hello, and how are you today?”

Or, they may try the more direct approach:
2.) “Hello, Mr. Del… uh, Mr. Delbrocchio?”

This one particularly endearing to me.

Then there is the third and more invasive approach:
3.) “Hello, we understand that there is someone in the household that suffers from diabetes, is that correct?”

To #1 I answer: “Fine, thank you, thanks for asking!” then, hang up.

#2 required some patience. “That’s Mr. Dellablasszizziolisimimo.” That left them stuttering and somewhat off their game plan. Or I would just answer: I’ll get him. I lay the phone down and wait until I hear them hang up. (I love this one, it IS quick and easy!)

#3 gets an answer:
“Why yes, that is correct.” Then I just hang it up.

All this could be simply ended by just hanging up, but where is the joy, the fun in getting interrupted by a stranger, asking personal questions and disturbing your thought process?

TLW (The Little Woman) says that: “these people are just doing their jobs”, and that I should behave. Well, I am not stopping them from doing their job, AND that is HOW I behave!

Once I thought I’d try a different approach: “No hablo English.” The bastard spoke Spanish, too!

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