It used to bother me, then I started bothering back.
Every time it rains, I get calls about my roof and whether or not it needs repair- Nevermind that I do not own a house and am usually not the person they were calling for in the first place.
At first I would just hang up.
Then I later started sweetly telling them to die in a fire before hanging up.
Finally, I just started talking to them.
Not about my roof, mind you. I talk about other things. I tell them how my day is going, my hopes, my fears, and any dirty little thought that courses through my head at the time. I ask about their families, their dreams, and make guesses about their physical appearance and whether or not I'd be interested in them. I tell them stories, tell them jokes, burst into song if the mood strikes me- all until they get frustrated, and then I drop the pretense and I tell them what's up.
I tell them that since they so kindly offered to bother me as they did, I took something from them. I claimed minutes of their lives for my own- precious minutes they will never get back, minutes that could have been spent with their children, their wives and husbands, their parents, their friends, all stolen from their lives forever, and every fleeting instant they ever wish to themselves they could have had just a bit more time with someone they loved, I'll be there in the back of their minds, having consumed that dear sweet moment as their penance for interrupting my day.
Then I hang up.
By the end of it, I actually feel a lot happier that they called. It's amazing stress relief.
Don't find the wind, guys- just sail with it.
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didn't answer it... I'm trying to avoid that guy 
Still very curious who was on the other end. 
