Telemarketers

Telemarketers are one of the two reasons that we got an answering machine (the other reason is that, in our previous house, we got a phone number that had previously belonged to a boarding house, and we were getting some weird calls).  Being very polite, I used to find it hard to hang up on them, though now I just say, "Sorry, I'm waiting for my husband to call" as I return the phone to the cradle (well, he could call).

One of the most persistent telemarketers, lately, has been the Sierra Club.  My husband finally told them that he would stop contributing if they called again.  We haven't heard from them in quite a while, but we also haven't been picking the phone up before the machine much.  I just picked up the phone because I'm expecting a call from work.  It was a telemarketer, wanting to speak to my husband.  They politely hung up when I said he wasn't available.  But, they sounded Sierra Clubby.  I thought that we could threaten to patronize McDonald's and support mindless capitalism every time they called, but why torture ourselves?