Why won't the robots stop calling?
I don't mind telemarketers. I'd be hypocritical if I thought otherwise, as I work in a call center.
But at the very least have a human call me. Don't send me a fucking pre-recorded message. Does that even work? Ever? I can't imagine you see a lot of success with machines calling people.
I have to pull my jimmy out of the glory hole in an effort to answer the phone in case it's some sort of emergency; only to find out that someone recorded a message to play to me upon answering. Do you realise how rare it is that I am able to convince my wife make the beast with two backs with me?!? I can't be wasting precious time like that by answering the fucking phone and NOT EVEN BEING ABLE TO SAY "Hey, I can't talk right now because I'm having sex."
That's the best part about telemarketers, by the way; bragging to complete strangers.
But all of that is lost on a fucking machine that is playing a fucking pre-re-fucking-corded message!
Maybe I would appreciate the pre-recorded messages more if I was lonlier. But I'm not quite that lonely.
Wait... Are these calls coming from the same people as the automated commenters that I have blocked with the "type these letters" system? Are you that desperate to get in touch with me? I miss you too, guys. I miss your complements on the design of my blog and your random links to porn. Perhaps you could work the porn thing into your messages that you call me with? I think that would be great. Hope to talk to you soon!
But at the very least have a human call me. Don't send me a fucking pre-recorded message. Does that even work? Ever? I can't imagine you see a lot of success with machines calling people.
I have to pull my jimmy out of the glory hole in an effort to answer the phone in case it's some sort of emergency; only to find out that someone recorded a message to play to me upon answering. Do you realise how rare it is that I am able to convince my wife make the beast with two backs with me?!? I can't be wasting precious time like that by answering the fucking phone and NOT EVEN BEING ABLE TO SAY "Hey, I can't talk right now because I'm having sex."
That's the best part about telemarketers, by the way; bragging to complete strangers.
But all of that is lost on a fucking machine that is playing a fucking pre-re-fucking-corded message!
Maybe I would appreciate the pre-recorded messages more if I was lonlier. But I'm not quite that lonely.
Wait... Are these calls coming from the same people as the automated commenters that I have blocked with the "type these letters" system? Are you that desperate to get in touch with me? I miss you too, guys. I miss your complements on the design of my blog and your random links to porn. Perhaps you could work the porn thing into your messages that you call me with? I think that would be great. Hope to talk to you soon!
Labels: machine, phone, robots, telemarketers
posted by donteatpoop at 5:00 AM
2 Comments:
Its funny you should mention this. It reminds me of my buddy who would call his ex's who have wronged him, and his girlfriend's ex's who were just as bad and place the cell phone on speaker and have ridiculously loud sex.
It is a perfect attack to make on some jackass you dont like.
This would work wonderfully with Tele-marketers.
If my wife tried to answer the phone durning sweaty fun time I'd smack her right in the mouth, and I'd hope...no I'd be disasterously turned on if she did. We don't have a phone in the bedroom and my wife's cell is always on vibrate so any calls she recieved during nookie could and would be used against her in the pelvic region.
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