The mortgage salesman called three-four times a week, and though my secretary said I wasn’t interested, he kept calling. She complained about his tenaciousness, so I told her to put him on with me next time.
Sure enough, he called again, and I said, “Listen, man, I know you’re trying to earn a living, but we don’t have the business to spread around. We send all our deals to one guy and we’re very pleased.”
I found out why my secretary disliked him when he responded, “I understand, but if your guy dies or retires, I hope you’ll call me.”
I told him to have a good day, but I really wanted to tell him something quite vulgar to be sure he'd never, ever call again.