A juicy story

I got a call from Dairy Crest today, the company that delivers our milk.

Them : Did you know Dairy Crest also delivers fresh fruit juice to your doorstep, for only 81p a litre?
Me : Yes, thanks, I saw that on a flyer you gave us.
Them: (valiantly continuing to ploughing through their script) You can get orange juice, grapefruit juice, and apple juice. Would you be interested in having some delivered along with your milk?
Me : No thanks.
Them : Why not?
Me: (Not wanting to say we'd tried their brand of fruit juice and hated it) We don't really drink fruit juice.
Them: Then you could just get one pint, and it'd last you all week!

Yes, and if I could think of a whole lot of other things I didn't like I could stock my pantry with them and they'd last forever!

(I didn't actually say that, though. I think people who are rude or mean to telemarketers and call-centre staff are hateful. Why make someone who's probably already miserable in their horrible minimum-wage job even more miserable?)