I “never received” any of the three census mailings I hear other people got.
Sure enough, 2 Saturdays ago, the census guy showed up. I didn’t invite him in, I came out and we spoke on the front porch. He was polite, handed me the bilingual “guide,” then proceeded to ask his questions, filling out a form on his clipboard.
“Is this your primary residence, or a vacation home?” Primary.
“How many people living here?” 5
“What is the first persons date of birth?” Ages are 36, 35, 14, 12, 11.
“What are their dates of birth?” Ages are 36, 35..
“I need dates of birth.” You’re only going to get ages. In fact, you’ve already been given all the information I will provide.
“Race of first person?” I’m not going to answer that or any other question. I’ve given you all you’re going to get.
“I’ll put caucasion.” Put whatever you like, but I didn’t supply the answer, you’re making the decisions on your own from here on out.
“You aren’t going to answer any more questions?” No. The law only requires I provide number of individuals and ages. That’s all I’m providing. It’s nothing personal.
“No, I don’t take it personally. Some people have decided to make a point, for personal, or political, or whatever reasons. That’s fine. You’re actually more polite than most.”
“Anyone of hispanic origin living here?” I’ve given you all the information you’re going to get.
“Have a good day.” You do the same.
That is pretty much how it’s been going with me. I figure they will show up one more time, probably get pissy and still not get the info they want.
I might give them ages next time but I don’t want to encourage a fourth visit.