"Hi, would you like to buy insurance for your chainsaw?" No. FUCK TELEMARKETERS. These Bastards will call you every day at least 5 times especially at dinner, asking if you want protection for your ass in case it explodes. I've had many experiences with these people and I've grown to the habit of just not answering the phone because of them. So for now on I just hang up on there stupidassess. On those rare occasions when I feel like making someone feel like shit, I'll have fun with those bastards who call around dinner time asking If they want me to have a long distance service, which in my head means there giving me a free ride to rape them. When they call, tell them that your are in the nude, and you have severe hemroids, and crusties. FUCK TELEMARKETERS