At about 12:50pm today, I got a phone call on my mobile from an Indian guy. I didn’t know who he was, but he was well aware of my first name. Immediately, he sprang into action with questions about my work, my home and my marital status. Then, out of the blue, he offered to sellme some cheap jewellery. I was being telemarketed on my mobile phone by Delhi’s version of Del Boy :S and as if the jewellery wasn’t enough, he then offered to sell me a small dog named Max.
I swear I am not making any of this up.
After I refused his offer (he offered to sell me a third item, I can’t remember what it was) he then asked to be put onto someone else. Remember, he had rung me on my mobile phone, and he was asking to be put onto someone else. At this point, I got a bit fed up and decided to hang him up, never finding out his real identity.
However, he’d not blocked his number from me, so I knew EXACTLY what phone he was calling from. The real fun had just begun. My friend Jon rang him back almost immediately (we work in a call centre, so one of us being on the phone is, literally, our job description) and got Indian music, meaning that the guy was on the level. A couple of minutes passed, Jon rang again, this time questioning the guy’s manhood.
The third call was the funniest as we attempted some telemarketing of our own. Jon rang back, this time pretending to be an American Evangelist. However, he was not preaching about the love of God, he was preaching about the love of beavers. In the end, he was so convincing, he actually got Delhi Boy ( ) to donate money.
So, to save the beavers now and preserve the beaver love, send $1 to 1 Mississippi Avenue, Chicago Illinois (don’t, it’s not even a real address as far as I can tell). Tomorrow, we’re going to unleash the next wave
No one telemarkets me
(just thought I’d share that with you all)