Had fun with a telemarketer today. They used to be more common back in the days of landlines, so this was a rare treat.
Most people hate telemarketers, trying to sell you something you don't want or need.
Most people just hang up on them. I used to until I developed a game to make them hang up on you. Sometimes I would listen to their sales pitch, acting like I might be interested in whatever crap they're selling. At random points, I might scream or belch into the phone. If they didn't hang up, I'd do it again a minute later.
Once I strung someone along so far, she thought she'd actually make a sale. It was some worthless life insurance or something.
My address: (
@Old Thunder would appreciate this):
666 Ozzy Lane, Circle 9
Mockingbird Heights, NJ 08666
Telephone (862) 555-6161
My name, Brian Galmickeymouse.
She copied down all the bogus information,and even read the name back for accuracy.
G-a-l-m-I-c-k-e-y-m-o-u-s-e.
The beautiful part was she had absolutely no idea I was pulling her leg. No, I ripped it out of her socket!
So somewhere in the ninth circle (the deepest pit in h&//) is a policy with Mr. Galmickeymouse's name on it.
If they want to waste my time, I'm perfectly happy to waste theirs.