Fun With Telemarketers...

So... The phone rings, and when I pick it up, it's ringing the other direction; a dead giveaway.

After the third ring, a voice that I'd almost bet was coming from a true Blonde came on the line with "This is April, I'm calling on the photocopy machine that's there in the office..."

How could I resist?

"No you're not, you're calling on the Telephone, and we don't even have a photocopy machine here."

And then before I could get in any laughs with stories of locking trained monkeys in crates with boxes of Crayolas and reams of paper; before I could even get close to going into my usual anti-telemarketer schpiel; she hung up on me.

Dammit.