I Need an Adult!

Tonight as I was making dinner the phone rang. I fully expected it to be a telemarketer (because it always is- maybe my "do not call" thing ran out) but I answered anyway. Here's the conversation:

Me: Hello?
Telemarketer: Hi! Are your parents home?
Me: Are you serious!? [click]

It's hard to convey in type, but she totally said it as though I was a child. Not even a teenager- it was like she thought a toddler had picked up the phone. As soon as I hung up, I regretted it. I mean, I had some questions for this lady! I wanted her to explain herself. I wanted to ask "How old do you think I am?" In fact, here are other responses that occurred to me after it was too late:

1. I don't know. I moved out in 1997.
2. I'm talking to you on a phone that I bought using service that I pay for while standing in a home that I pay the mortgage for. I have a two car garage.

Okay, well, those are the only two I can think of right now. I'd love to hear what everyone else comes up with!

I might be overreacting. I mean, she only heard one word, and I'm not exactly James Earl Jones or Barry White. But still- I haven't been asked if my parents were home in at least 10 years. Are my parents home...feh.