Our friend, Stan, was enjoying a family dinner with his wife and two children when the phone rang.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
"Hello, sir," the voice on the other line began, "I'm calling to talk to you about an exciting opportunity for term life insurance."
"Oh yeah?" Stan said, stealthily moving out of earshot of his wife and kids. "Well I want to talk about pu$$y."
Clearly this was not in the telemarketer's script.
"Um, I'm sorry?" she stammered.
"You heard me," Stan continued with gusto, "I want to talk about pu$$y!"
"Let me get my manager," she said, probably right before bursting into tears and resigning.
Stan, who could have simply hung up and resumed eating meatloaf with his family at this point, decided to wait for the manager and see this to the end.
"Sir, is there a problem here?" the manager asked over the phone.
"Nope," Stan assured him, "no problem here, I just want to talk about pu$$y."
"Sir!" the manager exclaimed, "You cannot talk like that to us!"
"Listen, you called me," Stan replied calmly. "If you don't want to talk about pu$$y, then don't call!"
And Stan enjoyed the rest of his meal, and every meal thereafter, without interruption.