I’m coming out of the I-do-listen-to-ABBA closet. I hereby confess that I not only listen to their music at times, I know the lyrics to most of their songs. This one is one of my favorites as it has a catchy tune.
I was sitting by the phone,
I was waiting all alone,
By myself I sit and wondering all about you,
But you’re NOT my honey. cuz you don’t have a frickin’ clue,
You drive me crazy when you…Ring, ring, PLEASE I BEG YOU, stop giving me a call…
Okay, I tinkered with the lyrics because I’m really wanting to talk about everyone’s favorite callers—the Telemarketers.
Lately, it seems like they’ve reproduced faster than rabbits high on Energizer batteries.
The phone calls can be annoying, especially when they call one after the other, or the same company calls at least three times a week. Most days I don’t answer the phone, but I do recognize these are hard-working people glued to their desks with a phone Velcro to their ears, so sometimes I like to have some fun with them.
I’m going to share some of my conversations with the repeat telemarketers.