doodledee

I got a telemarketer call the other night asking me to re-subscribe to a magazine I used to subscribe to. The particular magazine isn't important, and I say that because it was Rolling Stone and nothing Rolling Stone has done in the last 3 years has been important unless you define important as "dropping all the good stories and dumbing down the content and replacing it with People-esque one-pagers and a bunch of girlie pics in an sad, sad attempt to become yet-another-Maxim".

Anyway, when I answered the phone the dude on the other end gave me the standard "Is, uhh, Mister Setch-kai available?" and I said "yeah, that's me" and before he launched into his spiel he says "It's cold and rainy down here in Tennessee, Mr. Setchkai, how are things up there in Ee-din-a?"

I thought that was awesome. The offshore callcenter has gotten such a bad name that telemarketers are now going out of their way to reassure you that they're right here in the good 'ol USofA. They might be in prison or something, but hey, I guess that's better than India for a lot of people.

Then I told him it was cold here and that I wasn't interested in his stupes mag and that was pretty much the end of the conversation.