"Is this Eileen (redacted)?" said the thickly accented voice once I'd picked up the phone and said hello a few times.
"Sure," I said. Because, close enough.
"Ma'am, I'm calling about your Windows Computer..."
"Ah, no, you need to remove me from your call list, please." Firmly. Because I have exactly no patience for such things, but will not stoop to rudeness unless they do.
"You can go to hell, Ma'am."
I actually stared at the phone for a moment because he was so polite sounding about it, and the 'Ma'am' threw me. Then I hung up, because what are you going to do?
