Election Calls

Tomorrow is election day. I should be pumped up, methinks, but alas, I am not. I don't really care. I don't. Sorry, folks. What I do care about, however, is how I spend my free time. So, it makes me mad, it gets my dander up (if you will), when I get telephone calls from Tony Bennett and the like, asking me to vote for Whoozits or Whoohah. Tony, you called me twice in the span of ten minutes the other evening, and I hung up on you both times. I don't want to listen to you. If I did, I'd certainly rather hear your crooning than your begging. This isn't your style. You're supposed to be on AM1230: The Music of My Life, with those lilting melodies and creamy tones. THAT's what you're about. That's why people know you and (maybe still) care about you. They are the folks who will listen to your phone messages... but maybe you should reward them with a couple of bars if they listen to your whole message. And maybe you do. I didn't listen long enough to find out.