
Let me complain first. Okay, so for the past few months I have been getting these phone calls from some random phone number on my cell phone. I never answered, so they kept calling -- sometimes 4-5 times a day. I figured that since I am late or overdue on most of my bills, it was just some billing company wanting their money. Well, I got fed up yesterday and googled the phone number. I turned out belonging to some guy named Norman Schaffer. So today the number called again. I decided to call back. The woman on the line said that they are a company called Contact America. I was like, what the fuck do you want? Her answer?..."well, we are a telemarketing company. (silence)" ... Are you kidding me? Like that is some kind of excuse! I informed her that I did not want any more calls from the company and that I am already on the do not call registry. Hopefully they will leave me alone now.
If you are bored and feel like harassing someone, give them a call and telemarket them. The number is 701-250-0178. Here are some fun ideas on what to do next time you get a telemarketing call.

Did anyone notice how nonchalant they have become on this island? Charlie and Eko just shrugged their shoulders, and kept hiking. When Mr. Eko told Charlie that the body in the random Nigerian plane full of heroin was his brother, Charlie was just like "oh, okay". I had to chuckle out loud at how nothing seems to surprise these people anymore.

I know a few folks who read it and loved it, so I guess it served the purpose. As long as it is entertaining and maybe even inspired a few people, who gives a happy horse shit. I heard Random House is giving refunds to those who bought directly from them, and I am sure we will be getting many, many returns of the title. I think it is funny. All of Oprah's mindless drones will be in returning the book because first Oprah/their master told them to read it, and now the electronic humming box/best friend in the living room is telling them to return it.

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