Telemarketing True Love
A little background information about this phone call:
We like to mess around with telemarketers. One company called us repeatedly last summer, and we always knew ahead of time that it was the same company calling because the telemarketer (somewhere in India) would ask for “Celeste.” Pronounced “Sell-es-TAY.”
So, as Sell-es-TAY, I struck up a relationship of sorts with one of the call center guys. He always identified himself as “Ricky Edwards.” He thought (I think) that Sell-es-TAY was a mentally deficient but nice girl who could always be depended on to say weird shit, and he would call about once a week to talk to me. I made him give me the address and zipcode where he was supposedly “calling from” during one of the first calls, because I said I liked to collect zipcodes from everyone who called us; from then on, whenever somebody called and asked for Celeste, I would start chanting his zipcode and clapping with delight on my way to the phone. Sometimes he’d put his call center buddies on with me, and a couple of times somebody else from his company called me and said that THEY were Ricky Edwards; however, Celeste was never fooled by this subterfuge.
Anyway, we were never sure if he knew I was fucking with him, or if he thought he was fucking with me, or if it was just mutual fucking around- he gave me his phone number a bunch of times but it never worked when I tried to call him. He stopped calling after about four months; I hope he found a better job. Luckily, we recorded a bunch of his calls.