My dad is the King of telemarketing calls.
Once some window company phoned up.
Caller: Good Evening Sir, can I interest you in brand new windows, at a knock-down price?
Dad: Yes
Caller: (clearly thrilled) And how many windows do you have?
Dad: One
Caller: One?
Dad: One in each room
Caller: Excellent, and can I ask what colour they are?
Dad: I don't really know
Caller: White, brown?
Dad: No...I can see through them...
Caller: The frames Sir. What colour are they?
Dad: Kinda green...
Caller: Green?
Dad: Yeah. Well they were brown. Then the mold set in.
And so on, till the excited caller decides he will phone back with a quote. Five minutes later my mum answers the phone and tells the caller that he can't have been speaking to her husband, since he died five years ago.
Another time, a caller phoned saying my dad should come along to a time share meeting. If he were to sign up, him and another person could go free.
Dad: But who would I take?
Caller: Your wife perhaps?
Dad: Nah. She's no fun. What about my girlfriend?
Caller: If that is who you wish to take
Dad: Are you sure my wife won't find out?
Caller: We will send the details to your address, but they will be addressed to you
Dad: That's no good, what if the wife opens the letter?
Caller: You could say you are taking her?
Dad: But then the girlfriend will get upset. We only get to make love when the cleaners at work clear my desk, there's no where else to do it...
The Caller hung up soon after.
