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I just received this in an EMail, thought you people who get harassed by Telemarketers would Enjoy it.
> The phone rang as I was sitting down to my evening meal, and as I
> answered it I was greeted with "Is this Karl Brummer". Not sounding
> anything like my name, I asked, "Who is calling?"
> The telemarketer said he was with The Rubber Band Powered Freezer
> Company or something like that. Then I asked him if he knew Karl
> personally and why was he calling this number. I then said off to
> the > side, "Get some pictures of the body at various angles and
> concentrate on the blood smears and bloody footprints."
> I then turned back to the phone and advised the caller that he had
> entered a murder scene and must stay on the line because we had
> already traced this call and he would be receiving a summons to testify in
> this murder case. He protested that he was just a telemarketer and knew
nothing about any murder. Ignoring his protestations, I questioned the caller at great length
> as to his name, address, phone number at home, at work, cell phone
> number, who he worked for, Social Security number, driver's license number,
> had he ever been arrested, how he knew the dead guy, how long had he
> known Mr. Brummer; where he had been, and could he prove where he had
> been, about one hour before he made this phone call.
> The telemarketer was getting very concerned, confused, and his
> answers were given in a shaky voice, but he continued to answer my
> questions. He sounded like it was not the first time he had answered a police
officer's questions. I then told him we had located his position and
police officers were entering the building where he was to take him
> into custody. At that point I heard the phone fall to the floor and the scurrying
> of his running away.
> As I returned to our dinner table, my wife asked me why I had tears
> streaming down my face. So help me, I couldn't tell her for about
> fifteen minutes. My meal was now cold, but it was the best meal I
> had eaten in a long, long time
> The phone rang as I was sitting down to my evening meal, and as I
> answered it I was greeted with "Is this Karl Brummer". Not sounding
> anything like my name, I asked, "Who is calling?"
> The telemarketer said he was with The Rubber Band Powered Freezer
> Company or something like that. Then I asked him if he knew Karl
> personally and why was he calling this number. I then said off to
> the > side, "Get some pictures of the body at various angles and
> concentrate on the blood smears and bloody footprints."
> I then turned back to the phone and advised the caller that he had
> entered a murder scene and must stay on the line because we had
> already traced this call and he would be receiving a summons to testify in
> this murder case. He protested that he was just a telemarketer and knew
nothing about any murder. Ignoring his protestations, I questioned the caller at great length
> as to his name, address, phone number at home, at work, cell phone
> number, who he worked for, Social Security number, driver's license number,
> had he ever been arrested, how he knew the dead guy, how long had he
> known Mr. Brummer; where he had been, and could he prove where he had
> been, about one hour before he made this phone call.
> The telemarketer was getting very concerned, confused, and his
> answers were given in a shaky voice, but he continued to answer my
> questions. He sounded like it was not the first time he had answered a police
officer's questions. I then told him we had located his position and
police officers were entering the building where he was to take him
> into custody. At that point I heard the phone fall to the floor and the scurrying
> of his running away.
> As I returned to our dinner table, my wife asked me why I had tears
> streaming down my face. So help me, I couldn't tell her for about
> fifteen minutes. My meal was now cold, but it was the best meal I
> had eaten in a long, long time