I read this joke on Michelle's blog Justitia and wanted to share it with everyone.

The phone rang as we were sitting down to dinner. I answered it and was greeted with, "Is this Willma Wagenhoss?"

This didn't sound anything like my name, so I asked, "Who is calling?"The telemarketer said he was with The Rubberband-Powered Freezer Company or something like that.

I asked him if he knew Willma personally and why was he was calling this number. I then said, off to the side, "Get really good pictures of the body and all the blood."

I turned back to the phone and advised the caller that he had called a murder scene and must stay on the line because we had already traced this call and he would be receiving a summons to appear at the local courthouse to testify in this murder case.

I questioned the caller at great length as to his name, address, phone number at home, at work, who he worked for, how he knew the dead guy and could he prove where he had been about one hour before he made this call. The telemarketer was getting very concerned and his answers were given in a shaky voice.

I proceeded to tell him we had located his position at his work place and the police were entering the building to take him into custody. At this point, I heard the phone fall and the scurrying of his running away.

As I returned to our table,I had tears streaming down my face and so help me, I couldn't speak for about fifteen minutes. My food was cold, but oh-so-very enjoyable!


srp said…
Hello, here from Michele. I'm surprised the telemarketer lasted that long... too funny. They are so annoying.
srp said…
Hello, here from Michele. I'm surprised the telemarketer lasted that long... too funny. They are so annoying.
LOL! I wish I had the patience to go that long w/a telemarketer.

With Caller ID, if I don't recognize the name, all I do is hit talk and then end call.

This works well, unless one of my kids actually pick it up...

Carol said…
What a great story!
FyreGoddess said…
There is something very satisfying about playing games with telemarketers. And, you know, it probably makes their day more interesting, on the whole ;)

~FG };^>
I wish I could think of something like that when a telemarketer called.

Here via Michele's tonight. Now it's off to bed :)
Carmi said…
This is beautiful on so many levels. I don't even know where to begin. The fact that you so ably turned the tables on them gives hope to the rest of us.

utenzi said…
Well, it wasn't me Carmi. Like I mentioned, I got the story from Michelle but I doubt she did it either. It reads like an urban legend sorta thing. It's what we wish would happen but no telemarketer in the real world is going to have the patience to listen to all that malarkey before hanging up.
kenju said…
Caller ID makes all that unnecessary!
Teresa said…
Seems like a lot of work... I have more important things to do than spend that much time on an unwanted phone call. On the rare occasion that I answer one of these calls, I do tend to harass the caller. I demand their name and supervisor's name and the company they are affiliated with, then inform them that I've logged them in and that I don't want to be called anymore. It takes a minute if that. I've also been known to just hang up, but that seems rude....
Michelle said…
Let me tell you David i certainly did do it, not only once, but twice! And trust me, the satisfaction i got is/was priceless :)
utenzi said…
My apologies, Michelle. It really didn't sound like something a telemarketer would fall for. You must have really sold it! Perhaps, just perhaps--mind you, you have the makings for telephone sales.
Chrixean said…
My goodness, that was indeed a creative way to ward off a telemarketer! I've tried several times to get them to leave me alone, particularly the credit card people. This was a good one! heehee :-)

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