As most of you know, I hate dealing with telemarketers. The Do Not Call list has helped reduce the calls, except for the outright scammers. Unfortunately, there are a few categories that are exempt -- non-profits, political calls, and surveys. This particular rant is about the survey callers.
Some of you who I have as friends on Facebook may know that the pipes at my son's place froze a few days ago when the weather got colder than usual, and then burst yesterday when things started to thaw out a bit. He called me at work to tell me what happened, and to ask me for the number of one of our friends who sometimes does this sort of work. I didn't know the guy's number off the top of my head, and I had left my cell phone in the car, so I had to run out and get it. Once I did this, I decided to keep it on me in case I needed it.
Shortly after I texted my son the number, I got a call from a number I didn't recognize. Normally I don't answer anything I don't recognize, but I didn't know if it was my son calling from another number, or someone calling me about fixing the pipes (I told my son I'd cover it for him if he needed to call someone), so I answered it. It was someone conducting a survey. I don't know what it pertained to -- I wasn't really listening -- and then I thought she asked if she was calling a cell phone. I told her yes, she was, thinking that she'd end the call, because DNC list or not, I don't think they're allowed to call cell phones. Maybe I heard her wrong, I don't know, but then she told me that "before we start", she needed to make sure I was at least 18 years old.
That's another thing that rubs me the wrong way about these callers -- they don't ask if you want to take the survey. They pretty much tell you you're taking it. I just told her, "I don't have time for this!" and hung up.
Later that night, my son and I were at Home Depot looking for the parts he'd need to do the repair. While we were looking around, someone approached my son wanting to do some survey about his home. We were both in a pretty foul mood at that point, and didn't want to deal with it.
My son remained polite, despite his mood, and told the guy nicely he wasn't interested. Which, to these people apparently means "tell me more." So then the guy asked my son how old the house was. This time, my son wasn't so nice, and told him somewhat coldly, "It doesn't matter, because we're not doing this!"
What is so hard about taking "no" for an answer?
Some of you who I have as friends on Facebook may know that the pipes at my son's place froze a few days ago when the weather got colder than usual, and then burst yesterday when things started to thaw out a bit. He called me at work to tell me what happened, and to ask me for the number of one of our friends who sometimes does this sort of work. I didn't know the guy's number off the top of my head, and I had left my cell phone in the car, so I had to run out and get it. Once I did this, I decided to keep it on me in case I needed it.
Shortly after I texted my son the number, I got a call from a number I didn't recognize. Normally I don't answer anything I don't recognize, but I didn't know if it was my son calling from another number, or someone calling me about fixing the pipes (I told my son I'd cover it for him if he needed to call someone), so I answered it. It was someone conducting a survey. I don't know what it pertained to -- I wasn't really listening -- and then I thought she asked if she was calling a cell phone. I told her yes, she was, thinking that she'd end the call, because DNC list or not, I don't think they're allowed to call cell phones. Maybe I heard her wrong, I don't know, but then she told me that "before we start", she needed to make sure I was at least 18 years old.
That's another thing that rubs me the wrong way about these callers -- they don't ask if you want to take the survey. They pretty much tell you you're taking it. I just told her, "I don't have time for this!" and hung up.
Later that night, my son and I were at Home Depot looking for the parts he'd need to do the repair. While we were looking around, someone approached my son wanting to do some survey about his home. We were both in a pretty foul mood at that point, and didn't want to deal with it.
My son remained polite, despite his mood, and told the guy nicely he wasn't interested. Which, to these people apparently means "tell me more." So then the guy asked my son how old the house was. This time, my son wasn't so nice, and told him somewhat coldly, "It doesn't matter, because we're not doing this!"
What is so hard about taking "no" for an answer?
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