No Butts About It

Hoping to makes some money on sales commissions, I took a job as a telemarketer. With a prepared script and a list of 300 names, I started my calls. "Congratulations," I'd say. "You've just won a Christmas ham." For four hours, as soon as I got the opening pitch out of my mouth, the prospects hung up. Meanwhile, the other telemarketers were making sales right and left. When my supervisor came by to check on my progress, I asked what I was doing wrong. "Perhaps it's the list," he said, handing me another one. "You've been calling the members of Temple Israel."