I am glad I never signed up for that Do Not Call list for telephone solicitations. The telephone calls I receive are a never-ending source of live entertainment and a culturally enriching educational experience.
Some minutes ago, I received a call informing me that my number had been selected to receive a home security system. When I asked what my number was, I was given a garbled version of my telephone number.
Having been interrupted, my interlocutor, who spoke with a foreign accent, needed to start from the beginning again, apparently following a sales script.
I kept interrupting him for detailed information. For example, he said "We are your local security company." I asked where my locality was. He was unable to answer, but said that he was located in Tampa, Florida ("Tahmpah").
I asked why he was speaking with a foreign accent.
He said he was from a foreign country. I asked what country it was. He answered, "Japan."
Jackpot! Pleased to learn that we had a language in common, I started jabbering away in Japanese, asking various personal information.
Mirabile dictu, he seemed not to understand a word I was saying. He handed me off to a supervisor, who likewise did not have an American accent, and that supervisor handed me off to another supervisor, whose English was even worse. The company seems to consist exclusively of Filipinos. When I got to the Peter Principle level of linguistic incompetence where I could only understand half the words I was hearing, I expressed regret and politely ended the conversation.
Mark Spahn (West Seneca, NY)
P.S. Why would a Filipino think it's better to be a Japanese than a Filipino? Sounds like Raaacism to me.