I really hate getting calls from telemarketers. 8:45 PM and my phone rings. Is it someone I know? Nope. A telemarketer wanting to sell me windows.
I decided "what the hell", and let her do her thing. I just listened until it came time for her to start asking those annoying qualifier questions.
Her : "Do you own your home?"
Me: "Yeah, I own the place where I live. It's really nice to own your own place."
Her "Yes, sir it is. Do you..."
Me: "Do you own your own place?"
Her: "Umm, yes, sir, I do. Do you..."
Me: "Is it a nice place?"
Her: 'Yes, sir. Now if I may..."
Me: "Do you live alone?"
Her: "Do you..."
Me: "Oh yeah, I live alone. It's just me and my cat Socrates. We have the whole place to ourselves. Socrates likes the place too."
Her: "That's great. Now, sir, do you..."
Me: "You never did answer me. Do you live alone?"
Her: "I'm sorry, sir, I'm not allowed to discuss my personal life here."
Me: "Oh that's too bad. Must be a crummy job. So, what are you wearing right now?"
Me:"hello? hello?"