The Marketers Are Reverting To Baby Talk
(I’m at home with my young son, who has just woken up from his nap and is happily playing with his toys. My phone rings.)
Me: “Hello?”
Telemarketer: “Hello, may I speak to [Son]?”
Me: *thinking she meant “about”* “Um, this is his father. What’s this in regards to?”
Telemarketer: “I need to speak to [Son], please. It’s quite important; is he there?”
Me: “Yes. But he’s also 14 months old. I seriously doubt you want to speak with him, at least until he’s capable of… you know… speaking.”
(I hang up, thinking that’s the end of it. However, shortly afterwards, my phone rings again.)
Me: “Hello?”
Telemarketer: “Hello. I don’t think you realise how important this call is to [Son]. It’s vital that I speak with him on this matter.”
Me: *figuring I can get rid of her quicker if I take the bait* “Okay. About what, exactly?”
Telemarketer: “That’s private, I’m afraid, sir. I need to discuss this with [Son] personally. Data protection, I’m sure you understand.”
Me: “Listen. My son is 14 months — as in one year and two months — old. I don’t know what you want, but I guarantee he won’t be interested. So, I’m going to go ahead and decline your generous offer on his behalf.” *hangs up*
(Ring, ring.)
Me: “All right, what?”
Telemarketer: “You know, if I were the police I could have you arrested.”
Me: “WHAT?!”
Telemarketer: *condescendingly* “If my call was a police matter, you could be arrested for obstruction of justice.”
Me: “Are you the police?”
Telemarketer: “I could be! As I said, this is a private matter between [Son] and me. I can’t discuss it with you.”
Me: “And as I said… You know what? I’ll pass you over to him.”
Telemarketer: *smugly* “A wise decision, sir.”
(I put the speaker on and pass the phone to my son, who holds it, staring in wonder.)
Son: “Ah?”
Telemarketer: “Good afternoon, Mr. [Son]. My name is [Telemarketer]. I’m calling on behalf of [Not the Police], and we have wonderful news! You have been selected to receive our exclusive offers that you won’t find…”
(My son giggles and babbles to himself as he turns my phone this way and that.)
Telemarketer: “I’m sorry, Mr. [Son]. I didn’t quite catch that; could you say that again?”
(My son then put the phone right up to his mouth and yelled, “AAAAAAAAHHHH!” down the line, louder than I’d ever heard him. I could make out the unmistakable sound of an earpiece being thrown onto a desk, followed by the muffled voice of the telemarketer shouting, “Good f***ing God!” before the call got dropped. My son guffawed and then went back to playing with his toys. We didn’t get any more calls from them again.)