I'm enjoying a nice, quiet evening at home while Hubby is out bowling when the house phone rings. We rarely use the land line anymore, so when it rings it's always a surprise, and since it was ten at night, I was immediately on edge: phone calls at that hour are usually bad news. This caller, however, asks for Hubby by his full name, a giveaway that this is a sales, survey, or donate-to-our-cause call. I consider them all telemarketers. And I have no patience for any of them. I've jumped through all the hoops to get on the "don't call" lists so when one slips through, it makes me mad enough to kick a bunny. I tell her he's not available and WHY IS SHE CALLING AT TEN AT NIGHT? Poor girl, I think I scared the beans outta her. She stutters, "I'm... uh... I... um... I don't know?" Really? You don't know why you're calling my house? I guess it's better than offering to waive an activation fee...
