Well, I didn’t think of it at the time. I had just come in from working on the back deck. A little project on the “Honey-Do” list, and my back was killing me; the sawdust was coming out my ears, and the tall frosty cold ones were calling to me. I was in no mood to play games with a imbecile democrat.
I’ll try and do better next time.
One of my families favorite memories is of our, then, very chatty 9 year old daughter talking with a telemarketer for 10 minutes before he realized who he was talking to. After a few months of putting her on the phone, the calls definitely slowed down. Resist the man!