There's no place they won't find you

Today in the elevator up to our apartment, Dara and I--along with another passenger--were startled to hear the elevator emergency phone ringing. With no means of picking a receiver up, a voice appeared on the other line with a great new promotion from some company whose name I didn't bother to hear. I tried to interrupt the man's impassioned pitch, but telemarketers being what they are, he wouldn't stop for breath, so he didn't find out until we were leaving that he his pitch was being heard on the elevator intercom. There really is no place where the telemarketers won't try to find you.