The telemarketer asked to speak to the lady of the house.
“We don’t have any,” I responded.
“Don’t have any what?”
“We don’t have any ladies of the house. We do have ladybugs on the window.”
“Am I speaking to the lady of the house?”
“You are speaking to the ladybug wrangler,” I explained. “Can I interest you in any ladybugs?”
I suspect she frantically scanned her script for a response.
I took the silence to mean that our conversation had ended, so I hung up.
Too bad. I was hoping to get rid of a crap load of ladybugs.