Hold on, please.

"...But what if each unsuccessful call took the solicitor a few minutes instead of a few seconds? What if a phone solicitor could make only a dozen calls per hour, instead of several hundred?

Then it would no longer be cost-effective to bother people in the middle of dinner, would it?

No, it wouldn't.

A small idea, invented by me. My gift to the race. Simple, like the wheel..."

You've got to love the way he attempts to separate himself from other telemarketers. As if it wasn't as bad for him to interrupt you while you're eating dinner as it is for others to do it. Bleh! Hypocrite!

Dear Steve,

How about these three little magic words...

KISS MY ASS!

Your's truly,
a fellow "honest-to-God" X-phone solicitor!