by Sherrie Porter

Created on: April 22, 2008

Telemarketers

Don't you just love them? They are so nice and courteous and always respectful of your time-NOT! I love the invention of caller ID! Amazing new tool so I don't have to deal with them if I don't want to. They get on your nerves. I know they are trying to make a living, but they don't have to be so rude. They should be courteous and at least try to have a sense of humor.

I mean would it kill them to be a little friendly or try to act like they care a little bit.
I'm not asking for much.

Ten years ago after my father passed away, my mother moved in with us. We constantly got calls asking for my father. She would hang up on them because his death was still fresh in our minds. Finally, she got to where she wouldn't even answer the phone. It got so bad, she finally decided to move out. For a while the calls stopped, which was nice. But I knew it was too good to be true. I guess I knew in the back of my mind, that someday someone would make the mistake of calling and I would go off on them. I waited with baited breath. Then it happened.

One day, about 6 months after dad had died, I answered the phone. Guess who? I don't remember what company the lady worked for, but she preceded to tell me she urgently needed to speak to my dad. I'd had a bad day at work, so I started getting a little rude with her. I told her he wasn't there, thinking she might hang up. No, not this woman. She was persistent. It was imperative she speak to him right then, he couldn't call her back. I'd had enough. I said "Look lady, I told you he wasn't here. That evidently wasn't good enough for you. I'd really like to talk to him, too. So, If you can figure out a way to get a phone line up to heaven, let me know. I sure would like to talk to him!" She said "What? What did you say?" I repeated what I had said. She must have been dense because she said "Just what are you saying?" That was the straw that broke the camels back. I said "Look lady, my father died 6 months ago. If you can figure out a way to get a hold of him in heaven, let me know so I can call him, too. I would greatly appreciate it if you never called my house again. Please tell the rest of the people at your company not to call, either." For some reason, I never heard from them or any other telemarketer again looking for my father. I guess they passed it on.

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