The cleverest thing I've ever managed to say to a telemarketer is when they do the "May I speak to Mr. or Mrs. X" thing.
For that one I can always respond, "I'm sorry, but you must have the wrong number. My father is dead and my mother doesn't live here."
Years ago when I had a roommate whose ex-husband kept making abusive and harrassing phone calls to our place, we got a really loud, and I mean "professional referee" loud, whistle and would blow it into the phone whenever he called. Didn't take long before he stopped calling.
Not really interested in the whistle any more but I'm betting I could download a suitably obnoxious recording of vuvuzelas somewhere for those "special" cold-callers who just won't take no for an answer.
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