Cell phone rings. I don’t recognise the number. I answer:
ME: Hello, Paige speaking. STRANGER’S VOICE: Hello, how are you? ME: I’m not interested.
I want to know who wrote ‘The Sales Call Manual’ that all tele-sales people are working from these days?
Then I want to go to that person’s house and shove my foot up his (or her) ass. Twice.
Why on earth would that opening line soften someone up for a sale? Who says that works? All it does is irritate. If you’re calling me and you don’t know me, you should state your buisness, don’t pretend to be a mate. It’s creepy.
Stop calling me. I do not want to buy your cell phone contract/wheelie bin/medical aid scheme/funeral insurance/stokvel/pyramid scheme/credit card/airtime/insurance package/Herbalife.
If I did, I would track down your number and call you myself. And when you answered, I would say: ‘Hello, how are you?’