About three weeks ago the phone rang, sometime between 5:30 and 6:00 pm. You know. The dinner hour. Never fails.
The caller ID read “WIS DEMS.” Even so, I answered. I just happened to be in the right mood, and I don’t mean confrontational. Let’s see what happens, I thought. For the rest of the story I’ll paraphrase as best I can.
A young female was on the other end of the line.
“Hello, is this XXX?” She did not call me Kevin.
“No, there’s no one here by that name (true).”
“Oh, that’s ok,” and she identified herself, said she was calling from the Democratic Party, and asked if I wouldn’t mind answering some questions. I grinned and agreed.
This was not a poll and turned out to be rather loose and informal.
I was not asked what party I belonged to (odd) and who I was voting for in November. I was asked if I intended to vote in November and how likely I was. She assumed I was a Democrat, but never asked.
First big question: What do you consider the most important issue of the presidential election?
My answer: “I’d have to say the economy.”
Short pause, followed by, “Oh, that’s a good one.”
I was then asked if I knew that Joe Biden had recently announced a big economic proposal called “Build Back Better.”
I audibly (with some obvious constipation) said I did indeed hear about it but I was worried about Biden’s call for tax increases at a time when so many people were out of work because of the virus.
“You know the economy I must say was doing gangbusters before Coronavirus hit. We need to return to those days, but I don’t think tax increases on people least able to afford them is the way to go.”
“Interesting point,” the caller said.
I added about ““Build Back Better.” My comment was that’s a pretty lame slogan as I heard her pause writing that down.
The best of the rest was when I was asked if there were, I kid you not, any suggestions or concerns I had about the Biden campaign. It was damn near impossible not to ROTFL.
I politely brought up Joe Biden’s mental status saying it was a concern. I told the caller she was probably too young to remember Tom Eagleton, but she had vaguely heard about Eagleton.
Eagleton was picked to run as Democratic presidential candidate George McGovern’s running mate in the 1972 election, but he was asked to step down by McGovern 18 days after he joined the ticket after it became known that he had been voluntarily hospitalized for a nervous condition and depression three times in the early 1960s and treated twice with electroshock therapy.
My phone call ended amicably. Strangely, I never had to be more open. Did my answers wind up in the trash can? Maybe. But no one can erase the big wide grin I had when I hung up.