Fuckin' With Telemarketers

A telemarketer just called and tried to sell me some carpet cleaning. My first response was that I didn't have carpet anywhere in my home or on my person. He didn't catch that. So, he asked if I had a moment for him to explain the packages available. I told him that I would listen to him talk about his packages if he would listen to me sing The Winner Takes It All by Abba. There was silence. I hung up. Why do these motherfuckers call you during dinner time and funk up your evening?