With the recent news of the creation of a national Do Not Call list to stymie telemarketers, I got to thinking.
Initially, I wanted to put my name on the list. Then I realized what I’d be missing out on if I did. When telemarketers call, I love screaming obscenities in thick foreign accents into the receiver.
The new law also will force telemarketers to identify themselves to Caller ID machines. I foresee these companies changing their names from, let’s say, ACME Marketing Inc. to Pamela Anderson or Your Drinking Buddy.
Rather than restricting the list to telemarketers, I’d like to customize my Do Not Call list. The police would be on it; until they start a Friendly Checkup service, I’m assuming any call from the cops bodes poorly for me.
I’d put the library on my Do Not Call list–the phone calls cost them more than the 10-cents-a-day late fees I accrue.
And I’d put the government agency that maintains the Do Not Call list on my Do Not Call list just to stick it to the man.
