I have so much fun with telemarketers that I actually look forward to their calls now. For me it's just an excuse to practice my improv skills. I generally try to misinterpret whatever it is they're attempting to sell and use it as the basis for an epic monologue, often lasting fifteen minutes or more. "Windows? Say, I'm awfully glad you called because I been thinkin' about buyin' one of them computer things only I don't know whether to go with that windows thing or that Apple one. I'm sorta leanin' toward Apples right now 'cause I always did have a sweet tooth and I remember the time me and Fredddy Butzlauf spent five dollars on a bushel of apples and ate every last one of 'em and I know what you're thinking, you're probably saying to yourself right now where the heck did a couple of snot-nosed kids get five dollars, but that was just the half of it 'cause the fact of the matter is we'd gotten us five dollars a piece — yes that's right, five dollars each! — and that was good money in those days — for shovelin' out Mrs. Heester's walkway after that big snow — you remember the one — oh, criminey, it practically buried the whole town, you have to remember that unless you're not from around here. Well, I'm not sayin' we didn't deserve it 'cause the snow around her house musta been at least 20 feet deep and you know her walk was about a city block long..." etc. If I haven't that kind of energy, I usually just say, "Excuse, me, I think I hear someone at the door. I'll be right back." Then I, like fulurum, just leave them hanging.