Well I’m not interested
but I’ll buy it anyway
so just wrap it up
send it out
Oh, and bill me
I’ve listened to your jabber
and while I’m not impressed
I’ll hear one more,
because your strange accent
just thrills me
I’ve tried to think abstractly
as to why I buy your charm
but it seems to me
the concept simply
rings quite truly
So I’ll take what you can offer
and a bit more if I can
since I’m your biggest fan
you ought to keep me smiling
Or it kills me
But if I ask too much this time
don’t forget to bill me
the sieve and the sand 
i worked as a telemarketer for a semester in high school… that was pretty much the coolest job ever. (and by coolest i mean worst)
Ah,this also reminds me of the time I worked as a telemarketer, well except that people actually called me to place some orders (is it still telemarketing? dunno). The only time the job was enjoyable was when the freaks,the foot fetishists,the neurotics,the over zealous patriots (all our products were from China) called; it could get wonderfully bizarre and weirdly entertaining.
That is certainly a context I have never thought in, but I’m glad you both could make that connection to it.
Writing is, after all, a two way street.
in most towns small enough to not have converted their thoroughfares into one way thats true.