random callers
I live with something anacronistic: an actual landline telephone, with a standard apparatus attached to the wire. In an age where people carry their telephone in a deep pocket, I’ve found my own way to be amused. You see, I actually answer the phone.
Many (most) of the calls are spam. Not in the sense of a yummy meat derivitive. Worse. I get calls that have trained individuals with a purpose in their voice.
Here are some examples, from my archives.
There is the woman that calls, regularly, with a short questionnaire about our househoed recycling habits. I have explained that the topic is recycled, often. Several times a week. The caller then hangs up.
There is the young man that calls about my home water supply. Mainly about the taste, which points to a sales pitch in the script. I have explained that my water is filtered through “400 feet of sand” and it removes any possible taste. The second question asks if I “own or rent”. I point out that I’m an owner that rents from the bank, and the caller hangs up.
There are other callers, but I’ve discouraged most of the repeats. Just these two remaining. I am patient, and eventually they’ll move on to better marks.
Hey, I have a lot of time on my hands, and it’s their dime. I hope for new content, but until I learn to speak Mandarin, I will have to accept what comes along. Perhaps it is time to take up whistling. Tin whistling. Believe me, the caller will remember.
