I Feel Guilty About Being a Dick to Telemarketers

My husband is full of little nasty jokes for telemarketers. Sometimes he tells them that I am beating him and they should call the cops. Then he hangs up screaming. Or, when a matchmaking service calls, he tells them that he wants a loose woman who puts out immediately and then asks if it is ok that he is married. They usually hang up on him.

What’s funny about the National Do Not Call List is that it doesn’t even apply in some instances. I worked as a telemarketer for a HUGE phone company and the customer we were calling had to be placed on our do not call list or we just kept calling. Also, you can’t just say, “Stop calling me,” hang up, and expect to be placed on such a list. You have to actually SAY “Put me on your do not call list,” and then make sure they don’t have anything to say back. AND many of the executives of the Direct Marketing Association (the people trying to ABOLISH the National Do Not Call List) are on the national list themselves. Go figure. LOL

Ah, the beauty of having a cell phone. I haven’t talked to a telemarketer in at least 5 years. I kind of wish they would call me during one of my lectures so I could answer in class “No, I would not like to purchase wall to wall carpeting service for my dorm room. It already has a nice shag rug.”