My opinion doesn't matter

So, I keep getting these telemarketer calls supposedly wanting to do a survey on leisure time. 

Right. 

Last night's caller's voice was deep and dark and so smooothe that I found myself talking to him before I realized I really didn't want to.

Him:  Want to take a survey on how you spend your leisure time?
Me:  Sure, but I have to tell you up front, I'm a single woman over the age of 50 who lives alone.
Him:  That's cool.  Everybody's opinion counts.
Me:  Ok, let's do it.

We run through the obvious questions/answers, no there aren't any people in the house working for an ad company or under the age of six.  Yadda yadda.  Then we get to the kicker.

Him:  What is your age.
Me:  I'm 54

Cue crickets...

Him:  Well, thanks anyway, but we've filled our quota for people in that category.

I laughed.  WTF anyway!  Nothing like being reduced to a quota to make a gal's night.