Fun with the Phone

I have not had a landline for years.  It was a revelation to move into a residence with a long-standing residential telephone. In the first month, I was there; I received over 250 telephone calls, almost all of them telephone solicitations. I declared war on telephone solicitors. I am happy to say I found somebody who finds merit in actively screwing with this scourge on society. In this case, it was a spammer. My-own-name-is-a-killing-pony.

I got a call from a solar energy company yesterday. It seems my home qualified for solar panels that they were practically giving away. The caller wanted to know if he could schedule an estimator to come out to give me a quote.

I told him I thought it was a great idea. I was all for saving the planet and didn’t need any estimator. Just sign me up for the whole nine yards and have a crew there tomorrow doing the installation. I wanted to hear hammers hammering, saws sawing and ladders laddering. I wanted the whole system with all the bells and whistles, but they had to start tomorrow.

My contact hesitated a moment, his voice cracked, and he said that he had to talk to his manager. A couple of minutes passed, and then a new individual came on the line. He identified himself as the manager. He informed me that they couldn’t begin work tomorrow because there were licenses and permits they would have to obtain first.

I told if they couldn’t do it tomorrow, then forget it. The only thing of value these folks have is time. Steal their time.