Currying Favour...Not!

Gosh, I can't believe today's little episode...

Here's the background....

I hate Indian telemarketers with a passion, I hate the intrusion despite a Do Not Call being put in place. It's up there with those stupid phishing emails from the bank, don't get me started on them either.

I had a call this afternoon from the forementioned. I knew it was a telemarketer - they immediately asked for Mrs N. I asked him what it was regarding. The persistent little prick kept saying "I want to talk to Mrs N" to which I said, "she won't come to the phone, unless she knows who is calling". He kept on going, to which finally I told him to go f*** himself.

Five minutes later I get a call from the same bloke telling me to f*** off and that I was the craziest f*****g bitch in Brisbane. Whilst on the F word, un --effing -believable.

I know where I'd like to shove an extra hot vindaloo right now....