. . . I voted two weeks ago, so I'm not answering the phone again until after Tuesday.With 5 registered voters in our household, our family must be the political equivalent of a voting motherload. Five voters. . . in one house! Every political Tom, Dick, and Harry (plus a few Tippecanoe and Tylers too) must have our phone number; and each one insists on telling me how despicable the other guy is, and then begins begging for my vote, at least 18 times a day. No joke, we had close to 10 messages on our machine yesterday. Ten messages. In. One. Day. It's like a telephone version of Spam-a-lot, or an annoying neighbor who keeps knocking on the door asking for a cup of sugar.
Now, I'm all for the First Amendment, but somehow I'm not sure this is what the Founding Fathers had in mind when they envisioned free and open political discourse. After all, they didn't even have caller ID back then.
4 comments:
whahahaha! You are hysterical. Maybe they will come pick you up in a limo along with your family to vote? WIll keep my fingers crossed. Hugs Grace
Cathy, you are a hoot! (:
You are too funny! The Erma Bombeck of the 21st century! Really, you should collect a lot of your "musings" from your blog posts and put them all into a book with a catchy title. It would be a best seller, for sure!
Isn't that the truth?! I haven't missed all those phone calls one little bit. Finally decided that if Caller ID said Unavailable, I would be too, which gave me just a teeny amount of satisfaction. :-)
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