Listen, a job is a
job. We all need to find a way to put bread on the table, don’t we? To make a
long story short I’m a telemarketer. That’s my job and that’s what I do. It’s
not a job everyone appreciates, but it’s a job I enjoy and am proud of. The
other day I called a house and a real nice lady answered the phone, she was
really helpful and friendly, she was the type of lady that helps a telemarketer
get through a long day. After some pleasantries I asked if Mr. Smith was in.
She answered, “I’m sorry, I’m afraid he doesn’t live here
anymore.” Now that was a real
disappointment being that she was a nice lady and all, but I took it all in a
stride and said, “I’m sorry to hear that ma’am. Do you happen to have his new
number?” The woman cheerfully replied, “Sure thing!” She gave me his new number.
I hung up the phone, quickly called the new number and was surprised to hear a
recording, “Thank you for calling Green Acres Cemetery…”
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