I pissed off a republican today. Now, I can say this proudly because I AM a republican. The pissing off had absolutely nothing to do with politics, philosophy or any upcoming election.
No, that would be too easy, now, wouldn’t it?
Someone was incessantly calling from a Phoenix, Arizona area code today. And, because the only person we know in Phoenix, AZ is a relative no one cares to speak with any longer (and I’m fairly certain this person ain’t callin’ to congratulate us on Benjamite) – I screened. Each and every call.
But, on call number FOUR today, I had to pick up.
BECAUSE THEY WERE CALLING WHILE MY FUSSY THREE WEEK OLD BABY WAS FINALLY ASLEEP NEXT TO ME ON THE BED.
And really? I’d had enough.
So, I answered the phone. The dude wanted to speak with Husband, who was at work (as all good republicans are). He then asked if I, his wife, was also a republican.
Yes, yes I am. But I’m a cranky republican at the moment, so get to the point.
After a lengthy, scripted statement of thanks for our previous support he then proceeded to ask if I thought on a scale of 1 to 5 how important it was that we keep the democrats from gaining control in congress.
Dude, I don’t have this kind of time or patience. So I asked him (almost politely), “Could we possibly skip the survey and get to what it is you need my husband or I to do?”
And here’s what I got: “There is no survey. Thank you for your time.” Click.
WTF?! Then stop G-ddamned calling me, asshole! Or the next time you wake up my (future voting) kid, YOU can swaddle him and rock him back to sleep.