Telemarketers have been going crazy the last two weeks in Duluth, as though they’re scrambling these last few days before Christmas to make sure everyone’s Holiday Stress Quotient is at maximum. A few days ago a stuttering fool tried to give me his schpiel, and when I sat and listened without affirmation, he paused.
I hung up.
Some jerk woke me up at 9:00 Saturday morning, asking that I stir my roommate to receive his call. I denied the request. Another time they asked for a person that hasn’t lived in this apartment for three years. Every one of them wanted to pawn off his credit card on us.
A note to advertisers: I HATE POP-UP WINDOWS. I HATE BANNER ADS. I HATE ANIMATIONS. I HATE FLASH MOVIES. I HATE THE COLOR YELLOW. I HATE SOUND. I HATE SPAM. I HATE FULL-SCREEN ADS. I HATE PRODUCT PLACEMENTS. I HATE THE TELEPHONE. I HATE CREDIT CARDS. I HATE BILLBOARDS. I HATE PRODUCT JINGLES. I HATE IRRITATING VOICES THAT JABBER BACK AND FORTH.
And even for how much hate boils within, I WILL NOT PUNCH THE GOD DAMN MONKEY.