Death to Salesmen, continued
Although I have registered in the National Do-Not-Call Registry, the 3 months beyond which "they" shouldn't call me isn't up. I still receive spam calls -- at least, I don't answer my phone often, so I receive spam messages. I have had a recorded-but-trying-to-sound-real message MANY times -- the man sounds annoyed and an unsuspecting victim will low self-esteem, apparently, would be manipulated RIGHT INTO THEIR CLUTCHES. I am not amused to note that the recordings now have sub-recordings in them the better, they think, to fool you into thinking the thing is "real." Awwwk. Now that I get my dead mother's mail, I can see the barrage of snail-mail spam she got. I can only imagine the telemarketers. I used to tell her to HANG UP -- say nothing, or, "No, thanks." I've listened as she answered, though, and I can tell you that because she was raised to be polite she was trapped on the phone with these evil salemen. And she could be forced to give money to "firefighters" or whatever even if she didn't want to, because she didn't know any other way to get off the phone. I, too, was raised to be polite, but I learned how to be impolite -- not early, mind you, but probably in my thirties. When the generation of polite people is gone, even without the Nat'l Do-Not-Call Registry, the telemarketers will be out of a job. I hope.

When the generation of polite people is gone, they won't find us such easy marks.

Unless, as was discussed at dinner at Mar's house, you change as you get old, and become lonely and susceptible.

All salesmen should be like this