No, not the incessant squabbling of my upstairs neighbors. They’re in it for the long haul. I’m talking about the endless parade of political calls made by call-o-matics and volunteers begging me, pleading with me, to vote for the candidate. If I answer the phone one more time and it’s Tim Kaine or Jim Webb or George Allen or John McCain or So-and-so from the Webb/Moran campaigns, I’m going to let forth a stream of invective I will not be responsible for.
My temper was swollen yesterday when the woman from the Webb/Moran campaign asked me if she could count on my vote for her candidates. She was a sweet old lady with a 202 number, so chances are they weren’t “her” candidates by a long shot, and I said “Maybe for Webb, Never for Moran.” There was a shocked silence. “er, okay then” she responded to the empty air as the phone was already arcing down the parabola into the cradle from whence it had been plucked far too often. Do these things really work? Do they annoy more people than they get votes out of? There has to be a way to put a stop to these damn calls.
There’s just 24 hours to go here, just a day left, and I’ll be out for most of it. If you need me today, I’ll be on my cell, there’s no way I’m answering the house phone.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
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