It seems that telemarketers in the USA must have run out phone numbers.
The phone rings today at lunch. Strange accent asks for Mr Bartlett. Seeing as how Mr Bartlett doesn’t exist and therefore won’t complain I say ‘speaking’. It’s a telemarketer from San Diego trying to palm off some dodgy software deal. Next time I’m going to ask them to hold and then take Phee for a walk down the street.