One ringie-dingie…two ringie-dingies…three… Sucker picks up the phone. Sales pitch commences.
Sucker swears like a 19th-century sailor at the ba*tard on the other end and hangs up.
One ringie… Jerk on the other end calls back to harass….
JAYZUZ, am I sick of phone soliciting. Really: that’s about all my land-line phone rings for anymore.
And that leads me to think it’s past time — WAY past time — to get rid of the damn land line.
Seems like all that would accomplish, though, would be for you to blitzed with nuisance calls on a cell phone. BLECH!!!
I don’t carry a phone around with me, mostly because I really, truly do NOT want to be pestered with phone calls everywhere I go. By and large, {RINGIE DINGIE…the bastard calls back!)…by and large hardly any real calls come through anymore. Few of my friends call on the land line. Mostly, if they want to get ahold of me, they email me.
CAN you believe it? That jerk jangled up my phone again after I hung up on him.
YELL INTO THE PHONE AT THE HIGHEST VOLUME MY VOICE WILL ELICIT: IS THERE SOME PART OF “NO” YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND? GET OFF MY GODDAMN PHONE!!!!!!!
Telephone soliciting is a prison industry. So…many, if not most of the nuisance calls you get are coming from convicts inside a jail. Just the sorta folks you want to chat with, right?
Try to dial the solicitor’s number back: Caller ID says he called from “010.”
Yeah. Ducky.
LOL! Years ago, when we lived in a big ole historic home downtown, we used to get oceans of nuisance calls. Our phone was connected by a wire telephone line. allowing it to sit near the kitchen where I could get at it quickly if I was cooking or cleaning, yet also letting it sit within reach of the furniture where we sat to watch the TV. The phone soliciting bastards usually called during the dinner hour…. When a pest called, I used to carry that phone into the kitchen, set it inside the freezer, and close the door on it.
{chortle!} To little avail…but ludicrously satisfying. :+D
Really, I probably ought to get rid of the land line. But truth to tell, I don’t WANT a cell phone. for one thing, I don’t want anyone — friend or hustler — to be able to reach me wherever I am, whenever I am. Plus I just don’t do that much over the phone anymore: not so much that I’m willing to pay a premium price for the privilege.