Truckers and Robo Calls

My boyfriend receives what he calls ‘robo calls’ every day. When he’s home, he ignores these calls. However, when he’s on the road, rather than complain about the telemarketing calls he gets, he has a little bit of fun with them.

I spoke with him today.

“My daily robo call came in this morning,” he told me.
“Really? How did that go?” I asked.
“Well, since I had the time, I talked to the guy for a while.”
“You did? That’s so nice of you.”
“I don’t know about that,” he chuckled. “I could really only understand about two thirds of what he was saying because his accent was so thick. You know me, if I can’t understand the person on the other end of the phone, instead of getting annoyed and frustrated, I prefer to talk another time.”
“Yes, I know,” I said, smiling.
“But, I knew I’d be driving for another 5 hours and it didn’t matter if I understood him or not. So, I decided to go with the call and see what happened.”
“What happened?” I asked. I knew this was going to funny.
“Ha, when he asked me where I lived I gave him the address 12554 5th Ave.”
“A fake address,” I commented.
“Well, yeah. The guy asked me how to spell ‘fifth’ and I told him ‘like the number five.”
I laughed.
“Then he asked me if I owned the place. I said ‘no.’

The robo call guy said, “In order to be eligible for this promotion you have to be a homeowner.”
“Oh. Well, I own a house at another address. My girlfriend pays the utilities at the 5th Ave address. My wife lives in the house and I pay for the utilities.”
“Okay, then. You’re eligible. When can we set-up an appointment to have one of our representative meet with you?”
“Any night of the week after 7:30.”
“How about Friday at 7:00pm.”
“No. Any night after 7:30pm because that’s when I’ll kick my wife out of the house for awhile.”

At this point I’m laughing so hard my ribs are starting to ache. Not only does my boyfriend not live in a place on 5th Ave, but he surely wouldn’t be kicking his wife out of the house in which she lived simply so he could meet with someone he heard about from a telemarketing call!

The called continued.

“You’re wife has to be present when you meet with the representative.”
“No, she doesn’t. I don’t want her there. Oh, I’m getting another call. Can you hold?”
“Yes.”

At which point my boyfriend told me, “It was you calling and so here we are.”