Apparently They Wanted Him To Blame Noise Pollution on the Terrorists

Last night during prime telemarketer time, the phone rang and Sean answered it. I was, as usual, reclining on the sofa---as I am wont to do after returning from a hard day's work throwing fake boobs against my office window---and this is what I heard:

"Hello?....Who?.....Who? Yes, speaking, though seriously, that's not even close to how you pronounce it......Well, may I ask who's calling?.....Uh, actually, I think I'm on some kind of Do Not Call list so if you could...Oh, what kind of survey?......Freight trains? Sure!"

And then I had no idea what was going on because for the next 20 minutes, all he said was "Agree. Disagree. Agree. Disagree. Strongly disagree. Agree. Strongly agree. Disagree."

And this made me insane with curiosity. Because really, JUST HOW MANY QUESTIONS ABOUT FREIGHT TRAINS ARE THERE?

Nov 11, 2005

Next time, get on speakerphone. Or pass the phone around the room so the surveyor on the other end can get as many answers as possible, without ever having to dial another number.

Yes! You could have telemarketer parties, wherein you invite all friends, relatives and associates over for dinner, a potluck dinner so you don't have to do all the work, and you can all sit indian-style around the telephone, just waiting for it to ring!

imagine! what bliss for the telemarketer!

Nov 11, 2005

My guess is that however many questions there are, he was asked all of them.

Nov 11, 2005

Last year my husband signed us up for a different (cheaper) phone service without me knowing. About two weeks later, a little lightbulb went off in my head - no one I had called for from my home phone for about two weeks had picked up the phone when I called, including my parents, my brother, or any of my friends. I only got a response when I called someone from work or from my cell.

Finally, I dailed my parents house and let it ring repeatedly until someone picked up. I then found out from my mother that the person who was calling (me!) was listed as Just Answer It! on the Caller ID. Basically everyone I was calling had seen Just Answer It! calling and had chosen to ignore the call.

Apparently the sketchy cheap new phone company doesn't care what you put down for the Caller ID to read and my husband thought this was hilarious.

I know this is not very relatable to your story, which I found hilarious, by the way, but I couldn't help vomit it up in your comments.

Nov 12, 2005

I was sent dutifully by paper nakin, but she was right! you are great!
I have a theory that ALL work is about as useful as hurling fake boobs around.
Great blog!
*Not everyone finds the deep pathos/joy in freight trains- you either get it or you don't!

Nov 12, 2005

Got sent here by Paper Napkin... dang! She's right, you are a good place to stay and read a while.

Nov 13, 2005

My mom had boxes of fake boobs. She refused to have implants after her double mastectomy. Instead, she had several sets of inserts that she would use on special occasions. They'd fall out sometimes. Once, one of them fell out on the floor of the airport when she was on her way to visit me. A man picked it up, not realizing what it was. She turned to him and said, “Oh thanks, that matches the other one,” then put it back in her bra and continued on her way.

Swedish Girl
Nov 13, 2005

I love how your boyfriend perked up at the mention of Freight Trains! I remember my own boyfirend coming home very happy and rosy-cheeked one evening, telling me he had participated in a beer-sampling marketing survey.

Some people just have good karma... I only get asked my opinions on ugly Christmas cards and a luridly green soda that never made it to the stores.