Thread: Telemarketing revenge

Years ago I had a very busy auto-salvage on a four lane divided highway. A friend about fifteen miles away was retired with a little backyard business on a quiet two lane that might see a half dozen customers a week. Pushy salesmen came by my place by the dozen trying to sell me everything from ink pens to oil wells. My stock answer became, "I don't need one but Walter was telling me just the other day . . . " Directions to Walter and off they would go!

I toted a case or so of beer to Walter's place one or two evenings a week and spent a few hours with him. He was always talking about all the salesmen on the road, didn't see how they made a living. This went on about six months until a salesman came in one day, "I don't need one but Walter was just telling me . . ." The salesman got very hot under the collar. "He just sent me here!" I went into the office laughing and told the wife that game was over, Walter had figured it out.

Hu