My computer is filled with viruses. A telemarketer told me so.
She sounded like a very nice African lady. If she was calling from Canada, possibly she was a new immigrant just trying to make a few dollars to feed her family in the only way she can right now that doesn’t involve stripping or prostitution.
I said, “How do you know I have viruses on my computer.”
She said, “Actually, sir, you downloaded a bunch of viruses while you were on the Internet. You will find that you have a lot of annoying popups when you are on the Internet.”
I said, “No, what are you, a complete and total stranger doing on my computer? I don’t remember giving you permission to be on it.”
I was much more polite than I usually am, especially with the duct cleaning telemarketers.