I don’t like automated phone calls, and I don’t really know anyone who does. Today I noticed though, that there are definitely degrees of how bad they can be. I got three of them, one was a survey (are you going to vote tomorrow? Press one for definitely, two for probably, three for maybe, etc.) and two were from candidates. The survey wasn’t bad, since I can answer questions and be Part Of the Political Process by being one of Those Polled The Night Before The Election. You know, the ones the news likes to put up graphs about. You look at one for northern GA, and I’m one of Those People! Don’t even get me started on how much I liked being a Nielsen family years ago.
The one from a candidate that I liked better was from Ron Paul, and I don’t just say that since I like the guy. It was recorded in his own voice, and polite, and he started out introducing himself and just outlined a few things and reminded us to go vote. You know, if we were so inclined.
Then, later in the evening, I pick up the phone and before I can even say hello, an insistent sales guy screams “VOTE MIKE HUCKABEE!” at me. And then some other stuff in a really insistent voice, like all desperate sounding. And shouty. And insistent, did I mention that? It wasn’t even Mr. Huckabee himself, I guess that technology would have been too advanced? Or maybe he didn’t approve that message.
UPDATE: How incredible is this? JB saw a sign on the door of the gas station:
“We cain’t sell no beer til the poles is closed”
Who runs that place? Snuffy Smith?
