I received a telemarketing call from India tonight at 9:30 p.m. Not only are telemarketers annoying when they're from the U.S.A., they're 100 times more annoying when they don't speak your language, let alone understand it.
Re-enactment:
Me: Hello
Kathy (This is probably her real name too): Ahh yes, hello, may I please speak with Dahvid or Stawcee (that how she pronounced it)
Me: What's this regarding?
Kathy: Do you have a mortgage on your home?
Me: no.
Kathy: You don't have a mortgage on your home?
Me: No, I live in a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, drawn by golden steeds in golden showers.
Kathy: what?
Me: I also don't have any money, I pay for everything in Monopoly money and I write checks made out of chocolate.
Kathy: chocolate?
Me: Yes, Chocolate, I write checks made out of chocolate!
Kathy: hmmsafma
(English-accent dude picks up)
ED: Ah yes Mrs. Wylie...
Me: Mr. Wylie
ED: My sales associate Kathy tells me you do not have a mortgage...
Me: That's right, I live in the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, and I write checks made out of chocolate.
ED: Ah yes sir, you have a good week now.
Me: Click!
Ohh, those bastards! I dare em to call me back!
1 comment:
Oh my gosh, this is too awesome! Thank you for this great idea the next time I get a telemarketer. Whoo-hoo.
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