It's election season again. That means everyone with an itching to see their name on the ballot is advertising. I find myself longing for Election Day just to see the ads stop. Their predictibilty begins to bore me.
What humors me, however, are the phone calls. The pre-recorded messages that struggle to sound personable. The phone rings, you answer. Slight delay. The sound of dead air. Then the voice. The pitch. And before it can be over on their terms, my click. Hang up.
Moments ago it was Rudy. As in Guliani. I think he's a pretty neat person. I'd love to sit and chat with him one day - baseball, politics, life in general. But this wasn't that chat. I even entertained myself by pretending a bit "Oh, hi Rudy! So nice of you to call. Oh yes, yes, your friend Doug. Sure, ok. Well thanks." Click. I left Rudy talking.
I wonder if they have a way to record what people say back to them. Do they know we chatted? Rudy and I? Do they know when I hung up on him that it was nothing personal?