Phooey!

[Maj.Nick Danger]

Hey Major Nick that works. if you challenge them they aren't prepared. Since I signed up for the "do not call" national list a couple years ago I've seen a dramatic reduction in retarded calls from lame-os selling crapola. But when they do it's always the same-

"Is this Twitch?" "Why? Who wants to know." "Bubba from ABC company." "What the hell is ABC Company?" "It sells widgets to homeowners" "Why the hell do you think I want or need a widget?"

You get the idea. Since they are usually scripted in their narrow responses they often simply have no answers written down for my off the wall question that probe their butts.

My favorite went like this once-

I say "Hello" and get "Who's this?" I say "who do you want?" He replies," what number is this?" to which I come back with "what number are you calling?" The goofball promptly hung up.

Yep. Better to be proactive rather than reactive, and it's much more fun! lol

 

[jamespowers]

I live near beautiful Cleveland Ohio. If one were to faint on most streets in this town, they would probably never be heard from again.

Thanks for the travel warning.

 

[Paisley]

Maybe it's time for all of us here to move en masse to Chile.

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I'm beginning to think that all the loungers should move to Denver, or at least have a vacatio here. I spent the past week on vacation here in town. I've recently attended two plays, one movie, two dances, about four restaurants, and went to the race track. This is in addition to the usual shopping and errands I do. Tally of rude incidents: zero.

LizzieMaine's comment about falling down in NYC reminded me of an incident of a year and a half ago. I fainted on the sidewalk in downtown Denver. When I opened my eyes, there was a man at my feet on a cell phone talking to the paramedics, a woman next to me saying she wouldn't leave me, and a man saying that I'd be taken care of.

That's not to say that strange things never happen here. Last night I found a guy going to sleep on my front porch. I told him to get going; he really did seem to think he lived at my house. Even so, neither of us raised our voice, used four-letter words or hurled insults. In fact, he kept calling me "dear."[huh]

 

[SWTroopers]

Dallas used to be that way. I think life here has coarsened as the area has grown. People always used to smile at each other and say hi as they passed. I fear those days are over here.

Hey Otterhound, just move to Fort Worth We still have some of the old southern charm, but sadly it is diminishing daily.

Marc

 

[Twitch]

Hey Major Nick that works. if you challenge them they aren't prepared. Since I signed up for the "do not call" national list a couple years ago I've seen a dramatic reduction in retarded calls from lame-os selling crapola. But when they do it's always the same-

"Is this Twitch?" "Why? Who wants to know." "Bubba from ABC company." "What the hell is ABC Company?" "It sells widgets to homeowners" "Why the hell do you think I want or need a widget?"

You get the idea. Since they are usually scripted in their narrow responses they often simply have no answers written down for my off the wall question that probe their butts.

My favorite went like this once-

I say "Hello" and get "Who's this?" I say "who do you want?" He replies," what number is this?" to which I come back with "what number are you calling?" The goofball promptly hung up.

 

[Senator Jack]

Before I got my number listed on the DNC, I used to have a bit of fun with the sales agents. I kind of miss it now.

Agent: Hi, I'd like to know if you're interested in a free vacation to Florida.

SJ: Umm, is it possible to speak to your manager?

Agent: Sure, hold on.

Manager: Hello, is there a problem, sir?

SJ: Huh? No. It's just that I have a set of golf clubs I'm not using, and I thought you'd might like to buy them.

Manager: Sir, I don't...

SJ: No? Not interested? Well then how about a framed picture of Lee Harvey Oswald on a bearskin rug?

Manager: Sir, do you want us to take your name off our list?

SJ: Please.

I still pull this gag in Radio Shack where I go in for a thirty-cent fuse and they try to sell me a $500 satellite dish. Can't I just get my fuse and leave without a sales pitch? Yeah, I know the clerk's only doing his job, that's why I find the manager. Let him complain to the corporate office.


Regards,

Senator Jack

 

[otterhound]

I fainted on the sidewalk in downtown Denver. When I opened my eyes, there was a man at my feet on a cell phone talking to the paramedics, a woman next to me saying she wouldn't leave me, and a man saying that I'd be taken care of.

Dallas used to be that way. I think life here has coarsened as the area has grown. People always used to smile at each other and say hi as they passed. I fear those days are over here.