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the best one that i've had in a while:
phone rings, i pick it up. the guy on the other end has such a poor grasp of the english language and such a thick accent that i have no idea what he's talking about. at first i thought it was a wrong number, and then through either his inflection or a mangled bit of english that made it through i realized that he was trying to sell me something. i stayed on the line for a bit out of amusement. then i said "buddy, i don't even know what the fuck you're saying to me". the place must have either been bad off in terms of their recruitment or they outsourced their telemarketing to india. btw, the my boss is from new delhi and he mentioned the other day that telemarketing is big business there now. they provide their telemarketers with local info for the people they call such as weather and sports team scores so that they can converse jovially with you.....
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Don't you worry about the day-glo orange life preserver, it won't save you. Swim for the shores just as fast as you're able.....
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