Sometimes I think being registered with the Do Not Call Registry means diddly squat. I don’t know what the hell happened, but over the past week we’ve had a HUGE influx of junk calls. They start as early as 8:30am and straggle in as late as 9pm. I’m getting pretty pissed about it. Not so much because I have to drop what I’m doing to get the phone — our phone has talking caller ID, so I can screen phone calls from a room away if I want — but because the phone itself is disruptive. If we’re eating dinner, watching TV, or the kids are sleeping, the last thing I want to hear is the ringing of the phone. Especially when it’s just a junk call.
I think the worst calls are the ones from the telemarketers hawking sports gifts and supposedly free computers and vacations. These assholes just don’t take no for an answer. They also don’t seem to understand the sentence, “I am on the Do Not Call Registry. Take me off your list NOW. Do not call me again.” So, I have taken to screaming obscenities into the phone or putting Alyssa on to babble their ear off for a few minutes. That often seems to do the trick, at least on a short term basis.
How do you deal with telemarketers?


In Missouri, we are really lucky because our previous attorney general (he’s now the governor) enforced our state no call list pretty severely. While he was AG, we got virtually NO telemarketer calls. It’s gotten worse since he left the AG’s office, but now when we get a telemarketer call, I get their name and then I say, “Okay, and our phone number is on the state no call list, so if we get any more calls from you we’re going to have to report you to the attorney general.” Since this past AG filed several lawsuits and forced many companies to pay, that really scares them.
I enjoy “hearing them squirm”. It’s quite entertaining!