There need to be phone services that won't let you receive calls. I'd buy it.
Or maybe I could set something up to route my calls through my computer and it runs through a whitelist, and if the number is allowed it'll make my phone ring.
The wording is a little unclear in the article but I hope this doesn't affect the individual telemarketer. A lot of them aren't at fault. I had to work as a telemarketer for a couple of months (desperate times, desperate measures) and it was an automatic machine that put us through to the customer.
So I'd get an old woman and she'd be like "I'll sue your ass". I just said what I had to lady the call was done automatically :(
[QUOTE=BJK;16972042]Then who was phone[/QUOTE]
A homeless man is sitting on a park bench. You are jogging.
As you jog up to him, he holds his hand out and asks for change, you jog on past, pretending that you can’t hear him over your iPod.
Feeling guilty, you stop. You reach into the pocket of your running shorts for a couple of bucks you were saving for a bottle of water. You turn around to jog back to the homeless man.
He is already standing right behind you. The park is suddenly abandoned. His eyes are wriggling masses of wasp larvae, he outstretches his arms, each which are 5 feet in length. His mouth opens inexplicably wide, his lower jaw touching his sternum. The only sound he emits from his gaping mouth is a dial tone.
Before he pulls you into the black cavernous throat of his, you have time to scream,
“Oh god. You were phone!??”
[QUOTE=huggybear_13;17007881]A homeless man is sitting on a park bench. You are jogging.
As you jog up to him, he holds his hand out and asks for change, you jog on past, pretending that you can’t hear him over your iPod.
Feeling guilty, you stop. You reach into the pocket of your running shorts for a couple of bucks you were saving for a bottle of water. You turn around to jog back to the homeless man.
He is already standing right behind you. The park is suddenly abandoned. His eyes are wriggling masses of wasp larvae, he outstretches his arms, each which are 5 feet in length. His mouth opens inexplicably wide, his lower jaw touching his sternum. The only sound he emits from his gaping mouth is a dial tone.
Before he pulls you into the black cavernous throat of his, you have time to scream,
“Oh god. You were phone!??”[/QUOTE]
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Good to know, thanks now I'm off to earn some money.