They used to piss me off so badly. I've lost my fucking mind on the phone with them before, threatened to find their families, burn down their homes, and ass-rape their mothers.
I took a new approach a couple of years ago.
It amuses me.
I just had one of my favorite calls EVER. "This is Rogers, we are looking for Slippy"
Me: (in my best East Indian accent) "what are you wearing?"
her: Pardon me?
Me: You have panties on? Tell me about panties.
her: I'm sorry? I don't understand.
Me: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, do panties match bra? Tell me about bra.
her: I don't understand.
Me: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, are panties moist?
her: This call is being recorded.
Me: ooooooooooo, you like the dirty......tell me how dirty you like
her: We cannot continue this conversation, so you know. This is inappropriate.
Me: well, me no ask you to call........but you call back with sexy moist panties, ok?
I need a hobby.
Anybody else fuck with telemarketers for sport?