Picture this: Dinner is cooked. You either eat is at the dinning table(like most civilized people...except PD and myself.) You say a blessing...if you believe in that sort of thing. The food is smelling really good so you can't wait to dig in. You dish up the food and get ready to take your first bite...and brrrring(or in my case "Kickstart My Heart" by Motley Crue ringtone on my cellphone)interrupts that bite you waited so long for. You answer and a prerecorded message asks you if "your warranty on your car is about to expire and you need extended coverage (which I don't...thank you for asking. I bought an extended warranty with the car.) That pisses me off. I hate telemarketers in the first place and am on the "Do Not Call" list with my landline. I didn't think my cell phone was in danger of being called by those fucking companies. That eats into precious minutes and I'm pissed that my cell phone number is out and about. I don't think it's right to call my cell phone. That adds up on your minutes. I'll admit I have rollover but that's not the point. I shouldn't have to put my cell on the "Do Not Call" registry.
'nuff said.