Taking care of telemarketer.

["A.J." <aj@xxxxxxxx>]

The phone rang as I was setting down to my anticipated evening meal, and as
I answered it I was greeted with " is this William Wagenhoss" not sounding
anything like my name, so I said who is calling?

The telemarketer said he was with The Rubber band Powered Freezer company
or something like that and then  I asked him if he knew William personally
and why was he calling this number.   I then said off to the side,  "get
really good pictures of the body and all the blood" then turned back to the
phone and advised the  caller that he had entered a murder scene and must
stay on the line because we had already traced this call and he would be
receiving a summons to appear in the local courthouse to testify in this
murder case.

 I then questioned the caller at great length as to his name, address,
phone number at home, at work, who he worked for, how he knew the dead guy
and could he prove where he had been about one hour before he made this
call.


The telemarketer was getting very concerned and his answers were given in a
shakey voice. I then told him we had located his position at his work place
and the police were entering the building to take him into custody.  At that
point I heard the phone fall and the scurrying of his running away.

My wife asked me as I returned to our table why I had tears streaming down
my face and so help me, I couldn't tell her for about fifteen minutes.


My meal was cold, but after what I had pulled, very enjoyable.