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I hate telemarketeers. HATE! Three months and already I'm being hassled, dammit! And to make matters worse, this woman completely butchered my last name to the point where I honestly didn't recognise it, and informed her there was no one here by that name, and then she bowled me over with "Oh, that's fine, I can talk to you, too and got halfway through her shpiel before I realised she'd asked for Mr Werkers, thus making it impossible for me to use my "Mr Werkers lives in Belgium" comeback and just hang up on her. And then I realised she made me burn my burger. Bitch.

IN CONCLUSION: If the phone line is in the name of a Ms Werkers, don't call and ask for Mr Werkers, because the normally easy-tempered and nice Ms Werkers will then turn into Ms Bitch. Thank you, drive through.

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So safti said "Go do this!" and ( I did. )