BJ Not BK

Two a days take a toll on the mind and the body.  You are never sure how far you can go until you are pushed beyond your limits.  Two a days taxes your mind as you know what lays ahead of you when you wake in the morning and once the first session has passed you still have a second round to go through later in the day.  You body screams in agony, tense in anticipation of the moment.  The hairs stand up on your neck and in a sort of a Spidey senses, sixth sense ability you hear it before it occurs….the phone rings and it is one week away from midterm elections.

“Hi my name is Bill Thornton and I am a volunteer for ……who is running for senate/congress/governor, mayor, dog catcher.  Do you have just 82 minutes to allow me to explain …..position on the upcoming amendment on why teenage children should be allowed to carry prescription nasal spray?”

They come in the morning, they come in the evening, those hated phone calls from both parties asking if you are decided or undecided, who are you voting for, and will you please vote for their candidate.  Who has time to volunteer for such abuse?  My theory is that these calls are farmed out to India and are made in call center sweat shops by 5 year olds making 1 penny a year.

I have neither the time nor the luxury nor the inclination to take these calls.  Even if I did I would not share with you who I am voting for, or what my position is on allowing teenage children to carry prescription nasal spray.

Decided or undecided?  You bet.