I'm probably the one inflicting brain hurt here.
Last night I answered the phone. Caller ID said Las Vegas. We don't know anyone in Nevada.
Caller: May I speak to Mr. Kitty.
MK: May I take a message?
Caller: No, I need to speak with him.
MK: Well, he's not available. <he's napping & I'm not waking him - he needs his rest> I can take a message.
Caller: This is for an opinion poll and I need to speak with Mr. Kitty directly.
MK: Oh, an opinion poll. He will hang up on you.
Caller: Can I speak to Mr. Kitty?
MK: You have 2 choices: You can ask me your questions or you can hang up on me.
Caller: I have to speak to Mr. Kitty.
MK: OK, then I'll hang up on you. Mr. Kitty does not do opinion polls.
Trust me. I was a lot nicer than Mr. Kitty would have been. When he's nice, he hangs up. When he's in a mood, he tells them what he thinks of opinion polls. He never
answers questions. Ever.
OTOH, I kind of enjoy them.