For 2 1/2 years I got calls for Arlene on my cell asking for her so they could try to sell her diabetic testing supplies. And until six months ago, I would scream and curse at them (ok, it was fun and thereaputic, but clearly ineffective). So tonight at work, I got another one of those calls, at work and gave what is now my standard response:
Them: Hello, may I speak to Arlene?
Me: She's not here, but I can give you the number where she may be reached.
Them: Ok sir.
Me:Ok, the number where she is now is XXX-XXX-XXXX. I guarantee that she's there, I was just there this morning talking to her but she wasn't talking.
Them: Ok sir.
Me: No please, update your records because thats where she is now, I know, I go to see her every morning to talk. She never has anything to say.
Me: Did you update your records? I want you to have the most up to date information, I know how important this is.
Them: Yes sir.
Me: Good! And when you call that number, don't let them tell you she's not there because I know she is, I go there to talk to her every morning. I was just there today 1st thing in the morning but she didn't say a word. Don't let them tell you any different.
Them: Ok sir. Thank you.
Me: A pleasure.
Them: Good bye sir.
Me: Have a good day.
Them: Thank you.
Me: You're welcome.
I would love to see the look on his face when he calls the number and the cemetery where she is buried answers the phone.