Someone, some where, is a very worried person; or some group, somewhere, is a very worried bunch. It is after all, politic season, isn’t it.
I’ve received six “I endorse so and so”, making sure, of course, that the caller plugs his own credits and past accomplishments.
I’ve received sixteen political one minute polls. I’ve taken none of the solicitations to express my views – that is what election day is all about. That’s the day everyone can count the votes and shake their collective heads and cheer or sigh.
Surprises are such nice things.
And there is the calls for surgery. Five calls from various offices telling me the same thing. Food, drink, and meds. Shee. It’s the new medicine. A group formss about Doctor; they open offices in several cities, traveling on certain days, discovering aliments they then sub-contract to other groups.
All the various groups then seemed obligated to perform as is they are YOUR primary care giver and assume all other groups are dunders.
You then receive multiple phone calls.
Popularity has limits. I’m glad I haven’t used a cell phone at thirty cents a minute. I’d be broke.
From the reaches,