We've been on the no-call list for well over a year.
Prior to that, I would play with them. Talk like an eighty-year old, lonely man, and run down the list of health problems I was having. They'd hang up on me.
One call I got went like this:
Telemarketer: "Congratulations, Mr. Monkeyleg, you've won!"
Me: "Won what?"
Telemarketer: "Free dance lessons at Arthur Murray studios!"
Me: "This is a joke, right?"
Telemarketer: "Oh, no. This is for real."
Me: "Bill put you up to this, didn't he?"
Telemarketer: "There's no Bill here. This is for real!"
Me: "Okay, then Mark put you up to it, right?"
Telemarketer: "Why don't you believe me?"
Me: "Because I lost both my legs in a motorcycle accident."
Telemarketer: (long pause) "Well, is there someone else in your household who would like free dance lessons?"