Friday, August 22, 2008
An Open Letter to Telemarketers
Stop calling. I'm not going to buy anything, increase my long distance plan, or donate money to the blind. Out of pure principle, I am going to hang up on you as soon as you refer to me as "Mrs. Howerton" or "the lady of the house." I understand that it's your job, the way you put food on the table or gas in your tank. The click you hear on my end of the line is not meant to hurt your feelings. I simply refuse to listen to your 15 minute diatribe. Really, you leave me no choice. There's not even a space in the conversation to tell you no. You immediately launch into your salespitch, ignoring the fact that I DID NOT ASK YOU TO CALL!!!
You always call when we're eating dinner, rushing out the door, or in the middle of an important family discussion. My answer is no. No. No. No.
You have been warned.