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.

3 comments:

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...

Jill