Copier-Cat Burglar

(I work as a receptionist.)

Me: “[Company], how may I help you?”

Telemarketer: “Hi, I’m calling from your copier company. We want to send you a free gift card for being such good customers.”

Me: “Oh, okay. Wait, which company did you say you’re from?”

Telemarketer: “The company that supplies you with your copier ink! Now, I need you to look at the copier that’s closest to you and tell me the model number! Can you do that for me, please?”

Me: “I don’t really see a number—”

Telemarketer: *cuts me off* “I can help you with that! Look next to—”

Me: “Why do you need this information, again?”

Telemarketer: “My name is Craig Cutler. You’ll need to tell that to my boss when he calls you tomorrow to confirm your free gift card!”

Me: “Hold on. I have another call.”

Telemarketer: *yelling* “EXCUSE ME, MISS?”

(I put him on hold to take my other call. He hangs up and calls right back.)

Telemarketer: “Hi, we just spoke before! I need you go ahead and give me the model number of your copier.”

Me: “I still don’t understand why you need this information.”

Telemarketer: “Of COURSE you wouldn’t understand!”

Me: “What do you mean, of course I wouldn’t?!”

Telemarketer: *hangs up*

Me: *very confused*

(I googled the name Craig Cutler after, and a famous American photographer popped up. I’m assuming his name wasn’t really Craig.)