When somebody asks me a question, I tell them the answer.

Rorschach's Journal.
19th March, 2009.

Got a call from a telemarketer. Called himself Kenny. Spoke with an Indian accent. Pronounced "Bondi" as "Bon-DEE". Wanted to ask me three quick questions. I said I wanted to ask him three quick questions. One for one. He agreed.


My first question is: have you ever invested in the stock market?

Yes, I have. OK, my turn: have you seen Slumdog Millionaire?

No, I have not.

OK, your go.

Would you consider investing if a major opportunity with a potential for large profits arose and you felt like it?

Yes, I would. My turn: do you speak Hindustani?

No, I do not. Is it OK if one of our consultants sends you a letter regarding a major opportunity in the future?

Hmmm. . . my wife doesn't really like it when we get lots of calls and mail from investment places.

We are not like that, sir. We are professionals. You would only receive two to three letters a year.

Well, I guess that's OK then. Now, my last question: how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

. . . I don't know sir.

Guess.

I couldn't even guess.

Oh, come on, Kenny. You can do it! Just take a guess!

I'm not sure.

Listen to me, Kenny. When opportunity shows up, you don't sit back and worry. You get in there and you give it your best shot. Like when someone offers you a job that's hard, but it might be a way to a better life; you don't sit back and say, "it's too hard". You get in there and you give it your best shot. Am I right, Kenny??

Yes, you are right.

So give me a guess!

Is it three?

Close.

Is it five?

It's between three and five.

It is four then.

Yeah, you got it Kenny. You the man!

Thanks very much, sir.

Have an awesome day, Kenny.

You have a good day, too.

Ciao!

Ok, bye.