Caller: Yes, do you take escort ads?
Me: No, ma'am we don't.
Caller: You don't? You don't take ads for escorts?
Me: No, ma'am, we do not.
Caller: Well, what about the local papers?
Me [confused]: We are the local paper.
Caller: Well, are there other papers that run them?
Me: I don't know, ma'am, you'll have to call around and ask.
Caller: Do you have the names and numbers?
Me: No, I don't. Where are you calling from?
Caller: I'm in [my town], sweetie (said in a condescending sugary tone; also my "lie detector" went off at this point)
Me: Then you'll have to check the phone book, ma'am.
Caller: Can you switch me to someone else?
Me: No, ma'am. We can't advise you on other newspapers.
Caller: Why not?
It went on like this for couple of minutes until she gave this long-suffering kind of sigh and said goodbye, so I hung up.
She can call the weekly rags that get into trouble every few years when their "escort" advertisers get arrested in a prostitution sting. 
Then there was this guy:
Caller: I have three predictions and a riddle. Where can I put those in the paper?
Me: Let me transfer you to Editorial...
I am exhausted. We had three people on the phones today...three! I think I finished up the day with 68 or 70 ads, not counting all the stupid questions and the guy that tells you every thought that enters his head, whether it's related to his business or not. I had to keep interrupting him or I'd still be on the phone with him.
Me: No, ma'am we don't.
Caller: You don't? You don't take ads for escorts?
Me: No, ma'am, we do not.
Caller: Well, what about the local papers?
Me [confused]: We are the local paper.
Caller: Well, are there other papers that run them?
Me: I don't know, ma'am, you'll have to call around and ask.
Caller: Do you have the names and numbers?
Me: No, I don't. Where are you calling from?
Caller: I'm in [my town], sweetie (said in a condescending sugary tone; also my "lie detector" went off at this point)
Me: Then you'll have to check the phone book, ma'am.
Caller: Can you switch me to someone else?
Me: No, ma'am. We can't advise you on other newspapers.
Caller: Why not?
It went on like this for couple of minutes until she gave this long-suffering kind of sigh and said goodbye, so I hung up.
She can call the weekly rags that get into trouble every few years when their "escort" advertisers get arrested in a prostitution sting. 
Then there was this guy:
Caller: I have three predictions and a riddle. Where can I put those in the paper?
Me: Let me transfer you to Editorial...

I am exhausted. We had three people on the phones today...three! I think I finished up the day with 68 or 70 ads, not counting all the stupid questions and the guy that tells you every thought that enters his head, whether it's related to his business or not. I had to keep interrupting him or I'd still be on the phone with him.


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