I always hang up on callers that do not introduce themselves and call me “sir”. The quickest possible way you could empirically express that I am nothing to you but a few characters of text on a piece of paper is to call me sir.
Nobody calls me sir. Do I look like a Knight to you Mr. Telephone man? Does my voice bear a similarity to that of a Drill Seargent (SIR NO SIR)? Are you trying to date my teenage daughter? Holy Moses, I hope not.
In fact, I’d probably stay on the phone longer if I heard a string of curse words coming through the horn. I’d be confused, but I might say something like, “Jesse, is that you? You need a ride man?”.
Telemarketers should use this scheme, confusion buys time. They’d have to improvise a bit, but maybe when I offer a ride, they accept, and when I arrive at Mothers Tavern (a local bar) I find, instead of my inebriated friend, a man offering me a 3 day trip to Las Vegas for only $99!
Posted by Red Scott @ 6:01 pm