Silvia Club of NSW

found this old email -


Tired of of those pesky Indian telemarketers named Bruce, John or Peter (trying to sound really Australian) phoning at inconvenient times? If so, read on...

The phone rang as we were sitting down to dinner. I answered it
and was greeted with, "Is this William Wagenhoss?"

This didn't sound anything like my name, so I asked,"Who is calling?"
The telemarketer said he was with The Rubberband-Powered Freezer
Company or something like that. I asked him if he knew William personally
and why was he was calling this number. I then said, off to the side,
"Get really good pictures of the body and all the blood."

I turned back to the phone and advised the caller that he had called a
murder scene and must stay on the line because we had already traced
this call and he would be receiving a summons to appear at the local
courthouse to testify in this murder case.

I questioned the caller at great length as to his name, address,
phone number at home, at work, who he worked for, how he knew
the dead guy and could he prove where he had been about one hour
before he made this call. The telemarketer was getting very concerned
and his answers were given in a shaky voice.

I proceeded to tell him we had located his position at his work place
and the police were entering the building to take him into custody.
At this point, I heard the phone fall and the scurrying of his running away.

My wife asked me as I returned to our table, why I had tears streaming
down my face and so help me, I couldn't tell her for about fifteen minutes.
My food was cold, but oh-so-very enjoyable.

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