... gets a click everytime.

My wife hates it when I mess with the intrusive callers... sometimes the urge to do so is too much to resist!

A woman I knew- when someone got a little to insistent- would rattle off the number of the local police precinct.

Don’t you have any of my medical records? I had both legs amputated above the knees 6 years ago. Click.

room to speak on the phone. I call you right back at the number on my caller ID.
“This number is no longer in service”.

And shoes. I wear a size 10 in women's by the way.




On a serious note....you did a fantastic job with this caller, Lucky.

Isn't a size 10 in women's a size 17 in mens????

I love women with huge feet!

I'll take you to lunch anytime you want.

A women's size 10 equals about a men's 8.5.


So technically my feet aren't really that huge.


Thank you. I like eggs and cheese!

And I go to my favorite diner that serves breakfast all day...

So how does a cheese omelet sound to you?

But yeah I like cheese omelets!

Callers from Slovakia, Russia, Bangladesh, The Philippines, all over. Since German is not widely spoken in any of those areas (Slovakia would be an exception), the boiler rooms need to train their callers in the “new” language. I can usually tell where the call is coming from. If the country code starts with 2, 6, 8 or 9, it’s usually one of “them.”

If I feel like it, I’ll take it and answer in a language the caller is not expecting, like Catalan or Swedish—or even Southern. I pick up the phone and say “Ayyup?” The caller then starts in their best German, telling me it’s my lucky day, etc. I interrupt, saying, “whatch’all goin’ on about? Ah don’t unnerstan’ any of that stuff. Y’all wanna speak German? Go call a German! They’re not hard to find here. This is Germany. They’re all over the place!” That is about when they give up.