I mentioned this one in another post and I found it so I could post it for all to enjoy.

Subject: One less telemarketer


 The phone rang as I was sitting down to my anticipated
 evening meal and, as I answered, I was greeted with, "Is
 this Wilhiam Wagenhoss?" This didn't sound anything like
 my name, so I asked, "Who is calling?"

 The telemarketer said he was with The Rubberband-Powered
 Freezer Company or something like that and then I asked
 him if he knew Wilhiam personally and why was he was
 calling this number. I then said, off to the side, "Get
 really good pictures of the body and all the blood."

 I then turned back to the phone and advised the caller
 that he had entered a murder scene and must stay on the
 line because we had already traced this call and he would
 be receiving a summons to appear in the local courthouse
 to testify in this murder case.

 I then questioned the caller at great length as to his
 name, address, phone number at home, at work, who he
 worked for, how he knew the dead guy and could he prove
 where he had been about one hour before he made this call
 The telemarketer was getting very concerned and his
 answers were given in a shaky voice.

 Then I proceeded to tell him that we had located his
 position at his work place and the police were entering
 the building to take him into custody. At that point, I
 heard the phone fall and the scurrying of his running
 away.

 My wife asked me, as I returned to the table, why I had
 tears streaming down my face and so help me, I couldn't
 tell her for about fifteen minutes.

 My meal was cold, but oh-so-very enjoyable