Why do sales calls always come when we are having supper? Just as you are about to tuck in the phone rings – and for some bizarre reason you go and answer it – because it might be something important. It never is. It is always someone in a Delhi tower block with a headset on who is determined to sell you something.
You would think they would have learned their lesson by now. Every time one of them rings me they get the same response – precisely nothing. Although, depending on how my day has gone sometimes they get a verbal slap on the wrist. It has always puzzled me what it must feel like to be rejected by every caller you dial. I am surprised more don’t jump out of their tower block window.
My hope is that one day I will get a phone call and someone will try and sell me something I need. Earlier today the kitchen sink was blocked. If a Delhi-salesman had called me at that moment and tried to sell me a half price plunger, they may have had some success.
