Since 10am this morning, I have received five telemarketing calls. WTF?

• A cruise-ship line trying to sell me a vacation.
• A music-teachers association soliciting donations.
• A 1-800 hang-up on my cell phone that I suspect was Omaha Steaks.
• Bank of America pitching me on their free credit report.
• And now a “second notice that the factory warranty on my vehicle is about to expire,” which would be a heckuva pitch if I actually owned a vehicle.

So I ask again: Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot?