Quick background: my dad works out of an office in our home and hates telemarketers with a passion. They interrupt him, derail his train of thought, and take up his time. One day, he was out on assignment, (he's a free-lance journalist, among other things) and I was waiting for my boyfriend to call. Since I had to take a shower, I brought the phone into the bathroom with me. While shampooing my hair, the phone rang. I figured it was him, and answered.
          *ring ring*
          "Hello?"
        I've got water running down my face, the shower's loud in the background, but this does not stop our intrepid telemarketer! Who, apparently, wasn't expecting anyone to answer the phone at all, and so hadn't bothered to look at the household name, yet.
          *sound of voices, phones ringing, etc* "Is Mr... Su...Su.... llivan there?"
          "I'm sorry, he's dead."
          "Oh... Oh... I'm.... Oh.... "
          "I've got shampoo running into my eyes, is there..."
          *click*
          Oh. She hung up. Shame.