Telemarketing Scams

A lovely day.

Monkey Boy at school. Godzilla at Kinder.

Massages booked for each of us.

Kids even mostly well behaved when we picked them up.

Enjoying our dinner when, inevitably, the telephone rings.

Clearly a telemarketing call. Except that they asked for Grumpy Pants by name.

And as Grumpy was grumping in the background I could hardly tell them he wasn’t there.

(Well in hindsight, I probably could have, but I’m just too nice)

Sure enough, it was some sort of telemarketer.

They sent us out some info, did we get it.

“Yup, and I threw it straight in the bin” was Grumpy’s reply.

“Yup, you’re right, I’m not interested” he followed up with.

Then, I’m not quite sure, but I think his Tourette’s came back ….

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