Finally, someone with fewer phone skills than me!

"What's your name?"

"Kendra."

"What?"

"Ken-dra..."

"Oh!  Like on TV?"

What?  What the hell was this guy talking about.  My fingers frantically Googled, and--Oh!--there is indeed some name stealing bitch and apparently she's on TV.

"Um, sure.  But I'm fat and have brown hair."

"You didn't have to tell me that."

"Probably not, but I enjoy shattering the hopes of others.  Besides, why on Earth would you think that's an appropriate question to ask?"

"I don't know.  So are you interested in the magazines or not?"

"I'll be honest here--I have no intention of buying anything from you.  Sorry.  We can still chat, if you'd like."

"Oh."

Click.  I'm terrible on the phone.