Just got this weird phone call.
Man calls, I have to say hello three times before he responds. I initially thought it was an overseas call and the man says he's calling from the Caribbean (WTF?). He tries to push some weird package on me and after his first breath, I tell him we're not interested and and he laughs, says he's not selling anything.
But get this : bugger tries to tell me that (i) it's free (ii) it's for 3 months and (iii) after reading it, we can always come back for more. But no title of the "package" and no introduction of company.
Hello? Your telemarketing technique is terrible. You try to foist some weird shit on the first person who answers the phone. I don't think you're calling from overseas anyways because the after the initial lag time, the conversation carries on as if he were calling from next door.
And to top it off, only after I tell him firmly thank you, but NO thank you, does he ask for my father, by name. He's not in. Are you the missus? No. Who are you? I'm their daughter. And thank you for calling, GOODBYE.
Yeah, right. And a sucker is born every minute.
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