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nearly startled me, but i answered, and a little female voice came sifting through.
she sounded asian, and she asked if i was interested in purchasing a long distance calling card package to the Philippines.
well first off, i don't know anybody in the Philippines,
and secondly,
i love fucking with telemarketers.
so i honed my best "old man," voice and began questioning the Filipina.
asked her what she was wearing.
she said a dress.
of course, Filipinas generally dig traditional garb.
then i asked if she was wearing a thong.
a moment of silence.
yes; she was.
okay, fine...fine. what color?
white?
don't they get stained?
um...no.
so the conversation went something like that for at least an hour.
with me asking "who are youuuuu?" every five minutes.
finally i asked for her number.
- she denied me this.
in turn, i asked to speak to her manager.
when he got on the phone i told him i was going to kill myself because his company called me tonight.
then i popped a grocery bag and let the phone hit the floor.
well, that was late one night...
they can't always be winners.
