Or bothered by zombie telemarketers

I can do this voice almost dead on. It drove my now wife crazy but it was fun.
I once had a young woman taking a loooong survey stay with me for 45 minutes. She had no idea if I was old, disabled, maybe a weirdo/victim, a man or a woman. This was when “It’s Pat” was on SNL so I couldn’t use that name. I think I went with “Tee”. My buddy and I were watching a football game and he was dying. Had to leave the room a couple times. Apparently much of the call center was listening in. At the end you hear a bunch hollowing with laughter after I broke character. At the end I asked her if she had “big Boobies” and then let her know I was just messing with her the whole time.

Years later I got a guy selling subscriptions to The NY Times to say that yes in fact there ARE Boobies in the Sunday times in the style/fashion section.
Me (breaking character) “Come on man. You are telling me there are boobs in the Sunday NY Times?”
He started laughing. He said he wasn’t sure who or what he was talking to and was mulling over calling the police in Richmond (he had my address) to come by and check if I was okay.