Why? WHY? WHY? I’m sure if I put forth a bit of effort I could learn to communicate through smoke signals or carrier pigeon. I hate H_A_T_E telemarketers with a passion, all of them. Yes, if you are a telemarketer I HATE YOU! Do not call my house and try to sell me something. If I decline politely count yourself blessed and hang up. Don’t push me. (fuck, phone brb)Telemarketer #12 for the day, the 3rd recording - who the fuck thinks they are going to sell ANYTHING by calling me and placing a cheesy recording “warning” me or “congratulations” for me? Who? I answer the phone for all calls because I do sweepstakes, oddly enough none of these calls are tied to my sweepstaking habits. They are all about cable tv, satellite tv, refinancing the house, and credit cards (our own credit card company does this to us and it infuriates me to no end).. Typically I rant, rave, lie, cry, blow a whistle, etc. My favorite was when we were getting calls daily for “runners” magazine. On the 356th or so call I broke down sobbing and told the telemarketer my legs had been amputated and that every time they called it would send me spiraling deeper into suicidal depression. The calls stopped. When the local paper would not stop calling I told them I couldn’t read them dadburned papers, them letter just never made sense to my simple mind. The guy asked if I was illiterate and I told him to stop cussing at me and hung up - yep, those calls stopped too. Next time someone calls asking me to refinance I think I’m going to tell them my house just burned down but I’ll be happy to refinance to get some equity out of it.