The election that is. I can't ever remember getting this many calls. Soon as the clock hit 9:00am, the phone would start ringing. And it would ring throughout the day. Always a political call about the various offices up for grabs and the propositions. TV commericials, radio ads. Billboards. And the tons of political flyers stuffed in the mailbox every day. I wouldn't even look at the damn things. I would plop them into the recycle bin. The night before the election, someone came up to the door. He didn't knock. The door was open, the security screen shut. "Hello?" He called out. Pepper and Violet immediately start barking and jumping at the screen. Mike yells out, "If this is about the election, you better leave!" The guy retreats. We aren't even safe inside the house. Was it just me? Or was this one nastier this time round?
Posted by Valkyre at November 8, 2006 08:55 PM