The telemarketing gulf

Poor telemarketer.
I tried to be nice. I gave him an easy out that didn't involve environmental mumbo-jumbo, but he didn't take it.
Maybe you've recently received information on your doorstep from various lawn care companies? They're getting their clients lined up now, and are following up with phone calls.
I think my neighborhood gets more than it's fair share of door-to-door action. I've lived two places in Plainfield. In my first place, I got one guy at the door in three years, and he was from the Census. In our new home, we get people every week. I think they run the census info and find out that our street is full of octogenarians who might not think twice about buying from a door-to-door salesman. Yuck.
(If you have a similar problem, check your village or city's solicitation policy. In Plainfield, you must have a license to sell door-to-door.)
Anyway, the completely legitimate lawn-care company was following up on info left on our door. I was home sick so I actually got the call.
It went something like this:

Me: Hello.
Him: Hi, I'm calling from (lawn care company X). I left information last week and was wondering who your current lawn care company was.
Me (being super-nice): Thanks, but we're those terrible environmental people who do all the organic crap, so we're not really interested.
Him (just doing his job): What is your specific concern? Maybe we can address it?
Me (honestly): Well, the giant dead zone in the Gulf of Mexico created by fertilizer and pesticide runoff coming down the Mississippi from the Midwest.
(dead silence)
Him: Have a great day. (click)

I don't hate telemarketers. They're just doing their jobs, and god bless 'em for having jobs in this market. I'm always nice. But if I politely decline without making them listen to a full-on explanation, and they persist, they're going to learn stuff they didn't want to know.
Who knows, maybe he'll learn about the dead zone in the Gulf of Mexico. In the mean time, I wish him luck with his would-be clients.