I'm all fired up, and not in a good way. I just had one of the most aggravating telemarketing calls ever. I'm so ticked off that I have to blog about it.
I just got off the phone with this woman who was calling on behalf of some society that helps blind children (I'm not sure what she said the name of the group was) and she wanted to sell me some products "packaged by blind children." They were products like low-energy/high-efficiency light bulbs and heavy-duty trash bags. I politely said, "No, thank you, I'm not interested at this time." And this woman kept asking me to buy these products and I kept politely refusing. So then she decided to guilt-trip me and that's when things got interesting.
She asked me if I was aware of the conditions of these children's lives and I said, "Yes, I am, I work with special needs children everyday."
"So," she proceeded, "you know that these children have disabilities and need our support?"
"I do," I succinctly answered.
"So why won't you help these children?"
"I do help them, I work with special needs children everyday."
"Well, you know our products are sold on the honor system, so you would not need to pay for them now. In fact, our lowest priced product is a set of scented candles for $20."
"No, thank you."
"So, you are unwilling to help these children?" (Meanwhile, every time I turn her down, she becomes more and more snide).
"It's not that I'm unwilling, I help children with special needs everyday. I'm just not interested in purchasing your products."
(And this is what really set me off): "Well, I hope in the future you can find some kindness in your heart to help these blind children."
(In a calmly controlled voice), "I work with special needs children everyday and I'm perfectly aware of their home situations. For you to assume that I'm some kind of cold-hearted person because I won't purchase your products, is totally off-base."
The conversation ended soon thereafter.
I was, and still am, very angry with this woman and the ridiculous guilt-trip she was trying to lay on me. Umm, no. In case I haven't mentioned it, I work with children who have special needs everyday. It's my job. Part of my job is to ensure that these students learn functional skills so that they can become productive members of society and not have to rely on some stupid woman selling overpriced products over the phone to give them a handout. You know, if I wasn't interested and passionate about working with those children, I wouldn't be doing what I do...everyday.
Whatever, just call me Ebenezer Scrooge.
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The worst part of all of this is that I'm pretty sure that this is just a new switch on the same old: "Kids of dead firefighters" telemarketing scam.
It's a shame you didn't get the "charity"'s name.
I had a similar experience with a telemarketer for the North Carolina families of dead police officers society (or something like that). After much arguing, I finally said "Do you donate money to the families of veterans killed in the war?" After the telemarketer said "No," I told him to call me back when he did. I might not have used a calm and controlled voice so kudos to you!
You're a mean one, ASLTerp.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
ASLTerp.
You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.
You're a monster, ASLTerp.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
ASLTerp.
I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
You're a vile one, ASLTerp.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
ASLTerp.
Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crocodile.
You're a foul one, ASLTerp.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
ASLTerp.
The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."
You're a rotter, ASLTerp.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
ASLTerp.
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, ASLTerp.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
ASLTerp.
You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce.
Copyright © 1957, Dr. Seuss
Thanks for that, Sis.
My favorite part: "You're a nasty, wasty skunk."
No problem, Sis. I just thought I would get that off my chest.
By "Copyrightm 1957," I can only assume that The Snicklefritz meant "apologies to."
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