It’s almost 8:00pm here on the west coast and the polls will be closed.
I wish I had kept a tally of all the political recordings I received since June. The count must have been at least in the thousands . Every day I would get at least one and most days 2 or 3. Every candidate running for office called me. That would have been OK if they called me ONCE.
Then it got worse. Recordings from people supporting the candidates called telling me to vote for their good buddy, what’s his/her name. Now the count was 3 to 5 calls per day.
I got a call one day from Daniel Boone. He wanted me to vote pro-NRA. Great. Now dead people are calling and telling me what to do.
Jerry Lewis, Betty White, and one of the Sheen’s called me. I did not feel honored, perhaps I would have been, if they had actually been on the phone with me.
Arnold Schwarzenegger called a few times. Don’t tell him I did not do what he told me to do, OK?
Now the frequency of calls escalated to 8 to 10 – two weeks before election day. Since I already voted by absentee ballot, the constant calling was driving me bat-shit. “I already voted! Stop calling me!”, I shouted into the phone. Pretty silly, I know, but it made me feel better.
10 days before the election I had suffered enough. I refused to answer the phone. Period. Some recordings would disconnect when the machine answered. How rude! Most of the calls left messages on the machine. R e a l l y – l o n g – o n e s. Going on and on and on …… If I was home in the evening I had to listen to these because one does not turn off their phone when they have a mother in hospice care.
Speaking of evening – some calls would come in after 9:00pm. That is outrageous to me. Maybe because my bedtime is 8:00pm (I get up between 3:00-4:00am).
So tonight I am celebrating by going to bed early and getting some sleep.
Hey, you people out there laughing, celebrate your own way (you aren’t sleeping with me!) .