In the late 1980s, when telemarketing was at its peak, a company called our home during dinner. I picked up the phone and handed it to my dad. This is what we heard him say:
“I’m not interested.”
“No. No, thank you.”
“Well ... I’m not ever going to die.”
And then he hung ...
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