Another tale from the evils of telemarketing
I phoned this one bloke who had in the comments box that he'd been phoned twice and his wife was being an obstructive cow. I got through to her, and this was what happened.
Me: Hello, can I speak to Mr Twunt-for-marrying-a-harpy-like-you?
Her: For God's sake this is the 20th call we've had from you bastards this week!
Me: Actually madam I can tell you its the third.
Her: Well we don't want to talk about our banking with you.
Normally I'd just say "OK madam, thank you for your time" but as she'd sworn at me and I was in a bad mood anyway, I decided to go through the procedure we're meant to.
Me: I'm sorry madam, I can't take your husband's name off the list until he tells me himself that he doesn't want to do the survey.
Cue her deciding to take the phone up to her husband in the bath so he can say "I'm really sorry about this, but I just don't want to do the survey".
I'm one of the twats that give telemarketing a bad name.
(Lizzilla, Wed 18 May 2005, 12:45, Reply)