Tue Nov, 07 2006
Think She'll Call Back?
rrrriinnnggg...
Me: "Hello."
Caller: "Hi. My name is Melissa, and I'd like to remind you to vote tonight."
Me: "Are you serious?"
Melissa (very meekly): "Yes."
Me: "Melissa, honey... how old are you?"
Melissa: "Eighteen."
Me: "Okay. So... this is the first election that you've ever really seriously looked at in your life."
Melissa: "Well, it's the first one that I could vote in."
Me: "That's serious enough. Well, let me tell you something then, luv. I have never voted in my whole life -- I'm going to be fifty years old this month -- and I never, ever will. Now, I have excellent moral reasons for this. And I would like to you stop voting, too. It's a horrible idea.
Melissa: "..."
Me: "And I would like to tell you something else. What you're seeing tonight is only a rehearsal for full-blast civil war in America. Now, it breaks my heart to have to tell you this, and I don't want to see that any more than you do, but there can be no other natural course of these affairs. Sooner or later, that's what it's coming to. And I want you to remember me, Melissa: the kook who told you this back in 2006. Okay?"
Melissa (even more meekly, yet): "Okay."
Me: "Okay, then. Off you go."
>click<
I know damned well that she won't call back.
But I think there is a damned good chance that she might remember.




