Friday, May 10, 2013

And they called me mad when I bought the bunker in the woods!

I had heard that one way of thwarting telemarketers was to make them think the number they have dialed is in fact a fax machine.  I've tried different tones on my cordless phone, all to no avail.  Then I had an epiphany:

When I turned sixteen, my sister bought me a new-fangled telephone.  It had push buttons, but it was still just a rotary phone - when you pressed each button to dial, you still heard the rotary "tat-a-tat-tat-tat" with every number.  I had held onto this phone ever since.  It's cute.  It works.  There was no reason to get rid of it.

I was willing to bet that, in this day and age of advanced technology rendering yesterday's device obsolete on a daily basis, a telemarketer - who is likely going to be decades younger than my phone - would be unable to even identify a rotary phone by sight much less by sound.

And voila!  Answering the phone with my rotary phone, and constantly pressing the buttons, the telemarketer kept repeating "Hello?  Hello?"  I then heard him turn to someone beside him and say "I don't know."  He hung up... and immediately tried again.  Once more, I answered with my rotary phone with the "tat-a-tat-tat-tat" over and over over the woman's voice calling out "Hello?" until she too hung up.

Time will tell, of course, but you may just be looking at:
The Telemarketer Killer!

You may laugh that I avoid technology under most circumstances.  But every now and then a 28 year old piece of equipment will be the difference between you having your dinner interrupted, and me being able to sit down to eat in silence.


Zen Faulkes said...

Brilliant! You may yet qualify for the Evil Genius Skull-shaped Island!

Debachu said...

Ah, high praise from the master!

Anonymous said...

I totally had that planned out 28 years ago...