Ever since we moved to our new place in Alameda, we’ve been getting more telemarketing calls. No big surprise; world+dog can find out that we’re new home owners from public records. What surprises me is that some of them are rather, ah, specific. In particular, many of them ask to speak “to the lady of the house,” and apparently I won’t do.
Today’s was even stranger. Ring, ring, click, hello, “May I speak to Mrs Pettus, please?” I honestly say that there is no such person here, as my wife has never used my last name, but I helpfully inform the caller that he has reached Mr Pettus. Silence. Long, awkward silence. “May I help you?” I finally prompt. “No, you can’t,” he replies. More silence.
That was too creepy. I hung up. I’m still not sure what that was all about.
posted 15:17Have you got anything like 1471 where you can get the number of the caller? Maybe they're just dumb enough not to withhold.
Posted by: simon at September 10, 2004 11:16 AM