I had a cold caller at my door the other day. Waving an impressive sheath of paperwork, and bearing a Bob Monkhouse-type plastic smile, he began:
"Good morning, Sir, I represent "ewio4yby" flashing his card in my face for all of three seconds. Now I'm not trying to sell you something.... " (No? No insurance, that sort of thing,)
"but your name has been personally recommended to us by - (looking at his list) Mrs. Adams...." (I live a reclusive lifestyle where not even my relatives communicate with me). It get's even better...
"If I could arrange for an in depth survey to be carried out on your property Mr. Err, Mr. I'm sorry sir, I did have your name somewhere but can't seem to find it..."
"Wilson!" I prompted - NOT my real name.
"Ah yes, here we are." he continued, scribbling it in, "I'm sure..." My tea was getting cold.
I cut him short, and down to size with two words.
"WRONG NAME" I replied, slowly and clearly, as I shut the door. If looks could kill!
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