*brrrrrring* The phone rings as I'm putting some leftover lasagna into the oven to reheat. What timing! I just woke up from an afternoon nap.
Hello. I'm met by the fast-talking telemarketer for the local newspaper. As he rambles on and on, I put the lasagna in the oven. My hands are now empty...I reach for his throat.
I'm not interested.
Either this is not understood or not acceptable to him. He opens up the hard sell... But, we've recently changed management. The content is new and different. We have a fuller layout. It only costs pennies a day. You get the whole week for the price of just the Sunday paper. Apparently, I just don't understand what a benefit this will be to me. I should thank him for his offer.
As he says this, I'm standing in the kitchen facing the table. On the table are the two study guides for the next two exams. When would I EVER have time to sit and read a newspaper? Apparently, HE just doesn't understand. Let me explain this to him.
I work with computers. I read over 1,000 pages a week.
Thank you very much, ma'am. Click.
And that's the way to get rid of a newpaper telemarketer.
Posted by BlueWolf on July 20, 2002 04:10 PM