Have you noticed that you’re starting to get telemarketing calls on your cell phone now? I am now convinced that telemarketers are no longer paid by the number of sales they achieve from their efforts, but by the amount of time they can keep a prospective customer on the line. In fact, I don’t think they’re really representing specific companies at all, I think they’re all shills for the phone company—the longer they can keep you on the line, the more the phone company charges you.
I got a call last night that went something like this:
“Hello?”
“Hey, how are you tonight? This is Larry, down at Merle’s Hardware, and I see that you recently bought some merchandise from us. I’m calling to follow up and make sure that you’re satisfied with your purchases. Would you mind answering a few questions for me, it’ll help us determine customer satisfaction levels and ultimately keep our prices low. Plus, as your reward for helping us out, we’ll be sending you a nice gift.”
“I’ve never stepped foot in a Merle’s Hardware store.”
“I see here that you used your MasterCard for your purchase. Could you please confirm your number and expiration date for me so I can make sure that it’s really you? I wouldn’t want to inconvenience the wrong Bob Church.”
“I don’t have a MasterCard, and even if I did I’d sooner allow you to strap me down and pull all my teeth out with a pair of Channel Lock pliers without the benefit of anesthetic before I gave you the number.”
“Wait… oh, I’m sorry, I was looking at the wrong line on my monitor, I’ll need your Visa card number.”
(After a short pause to recompose myself) “I’m not giving you my Visa card number.”
“It wouldn’t have been an American Express card, would it?”
“Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear… there isn’t a Merle’s Hardware store within a hundred miles of my house, and I certainly wouldn’t drive that far to buy hardware.”
“Well, Mr. Church—do you mind if I call you ‘Mr. Church’, I assure you I respect you and your time— let me ask you this, if there were a Merle’s Hardware store close to you, what credit card would you be using for your purchases and what is its number, including the four number identifier code on the back?”
“Please don’t force me to be rude, I don’t want to descend to your level, but I’m not giving you any credit card numbers.”
“Uh-huh… I understand totally, many people feel that way until they know that tonight only, I am authorized to offer you $5,000 worth of building materials for only $500 if you’re willing to put it on a nationally accepted credit card such as MasterCard, Visa, American Express, Discover or major department store. That’s a tremendous bargain, Bob, one that you’d kick yourself for tomorrow if you fail to act tonight.”
“I’m going to dress up like a drunken doctor in a Superman costume with a burrito stuffed into the crotch of his tights and give you a proctology exam.”
“Let’s assume for a minute that there was a Merle’s Hardware store close by, what card would you be using?”
“I fully intend to hunt you down and kill you.”
“From our conversation, I’m guessing MasterCard, am I correct?”
“I’m going to rape you, your wife, your kids and set your house on fire.”
“Say, that’s swell, Mr. Church, I understand, but you can’t claim the fabulous prize I’m about to offer you without a credit ca—”
I got a call last night that went something like this:
“Hello?”
“Hey, how are you tonight? This is Larry, down at Merle’s Hardware, and I see that you recently bought some merchandise from us. I’m calling to follow up and make sure that you’re satisfied with your purchases. Would you mind answering a few questions for me, it’ll help us determine customer satisfaction levels and ultimately keep our prices low. Plus, as your reward for helping us out, we’ll be sending you a nice gift.”
“I’ve never stepped foot in a Merle’s Hardware store.”
“I see here that you used your MasterCard for your purchase. Could you please confirm your number and expiration date for me so I can make sure that it’s really you? I wouldn’t want to inconvenience the wrong Bob Church.”
“I don’t have a MasterCard, and even if I did I’d sooner allow you to strap me down and pull all my teeth out with a pair of Channel Lock pliers without the benefit of anesthetic before I gave you the number.”
“Wait… oh, I’m sorry, I was looking at the wrong line on my monitor, I’ll need your Visa card number.”
(After a short pause to recompose myself) “I’m not giving you my Visa card number.”
“It wouldn’t have been an American Express card, would it?”
“Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear… there isn’t a Merle’s Hardware store within a hundred miles of my house, and I certainly wouldn’t drive that far to buy hardware.”
“Well, Mr. Church—do you mind if I call you ‘Mr. Church’, I assure you I respect you and your time— let me ask you this, if there were a Merle’s Hardware store close to you, what credit card would you be using for your purchases and what is its number, including the four number identifier code on the back?”
“Please don’t force me to be rude, I don’t want to descend to your level, but I’m not giving you any credit card numbers.”
“Uh-huh… I understand totally, many people feel that way until they know that tonight only, I am authorized to offer you $5,000 worth of building materials for only $500 if you’re willing to put it on a nationally accepted credit card such as MasterCard, Visa, American Express, Discover or major department store. That’s a tremendous bargain, Bob, one that you’d kick yourself for tomorrow if you fail to act tonight.”
“I’m going to dress up like a drunken doctor in a Superman costume with a burrito stuffed into the crotch of his tights and give you a proctology exam.”
“Let’s assume for a minute that there was a Merle’s Hardware store close by, what card would you be using?”
“I fully intend to hunt you down and kill you.”
“From our conversation, I’m guessing MasterCard, am I correct?”
“I’m going to rape you, your wife, your kids and set your house on fire.”
“Say, that’s swell, Mr. Church, I understand, but you can’t claim the fabulous prize I’m about to offer you without a credit ca—”
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2 comments:
Ha, ha! This was fun. BTW, what is your credit card number along with that four-digit code. You never said.
Funny, until just now I wouldn't have suspected you to be a slow learner. Ha! :>)
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