I'm afraid that I'm the bad guy in this story.
M: Me, villain
S: Hapless solicitor
So, I'm a freshman in college, which means that I receive lots of phone calls from solicitors. Everybody whom I know calls me on my cell-phone, but solicitors call at least twice a week. For the longest time I would answer every call. Occassionally my roommate's parents would call. They live in India so we don't want to miss when they call. However, after this phone incident, I have not answered a single call. It's a waste of time. So the phone rings:
M: Hello?
S: Is this Daniel Liebeskind (mispronounced of course), Freshman at Emory University, Turman North, room 326?
M: Um, yes.
S: I'm calling on behalf of Visa College Student Credit Cards. If you sign up then you'll receive $100 free on your new Visa College Student Credit Card. There is no obligation, and you can cancel whenever you want. However, if you sign up today, you'll receive an extra $50. We at Visa believe that college student are unable to fully experience college without a credit card, and therefore are offering this special deal to freshman across....
M: Do you believe the bible?
S: ... yes.
M: Do you believe that you are supposed to se-pa-rate the precious from the vile?!
S: yes.
M: ... Good. Thank you.
And I hung up. I got those lines from Fred Phelps (asshole extraordinaire) from the Laramie Project. It was one of the most uncomfortable moments of my life. My roommate was laughing his ass off, but my stomach was turning. I felt really akward about the whole thing, and the more I thought about it, the worse I felt for the solicitor. I just don't answer the phone now, so that solves most of my problems.
I think that solicitors have one of the worst jobs imaginable.