The phone rings. It's after 8pm. My beloved has been moaning and groaning all afternoon and evening and has just gone to lay down on couch to relax. So I rinse the soap off my hands, leave the dishes and grab the phone.
"Hi. May I speak to John, please."
"I'm sorry, he can't come to the phone right now, may I take a message?" I really should have hung up when the person didn't answer immediately at my "hello", that is the number one indicator that it's a telemarketer.
"Maybe you can help me. I'm have a survey and I'm calling from some marketing firm in Wisconsin..."
"I'm not interested, have a good evening."
I realize that they have to make a living and I repeatedly realize that it could be me, but by the grace of God. But between the surveys and charities looking for donations and the alarm company at John's work, we're both ready to take out the phone.