abc texte gets at least one cold call from a telemarketer a day. As I was up early today due to the Nokia N97, I had the pleasure to talk to a particularly stupid one trying to peddle lottery tickets.
As the dialog really was cute (and showed total lack of basic intelligence), I have transcribed the best parts of it for you here:
Critter: I am calling from DirectTipp24 in Linz
Me: Lovely. Give me your address please.
Critter: DirectTipp 24, c/o Miss foo bar, 4020 Linz
Me: I need a road address
Critter: No, just send it there and I will be happy
Me: Yes – but I need a full address including a road
Critter: I have told you. Its DirectTipp 24, c/o Miss foo bar, 4020 Linz
/me gives up, hangs up
Don’t ask me what this person was smoking, but I definitely want none of it…
P.S. This highly professional work reminds me of our friend Oliver Bolch – too bad that she didn’t leave me her real address so that he could get in touch…
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