Soapweed
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As you may have gathered from previous writings, I am a pretty good Republican and have voted a straight Republican ticket all my life with only one exeption. A good neighbor friend used to run on the Democratic ticket and was a fine County Commissioner, so I did always vote for him.
Even though I am Republican from the top of my balding head to the tips of my Wilson boots, one of my greatest pet peeves in recent years has been telemarketers, and especially Republican telemarketers. Some Republican cause is always seeking donations, and it gripes me to the bone. I think these "Republican telemarketers" might even be hired by the Democrat party to thoroughly tick off Republican constituents. I have ceased to be nice to these guys, and just hang up on them.
Lately I have heard that telemarketers will soon have access to cell phone numbers, and have been dreading that day. I carry a pocket phone, and we get quite a bit of good out of them while doing ranch work. Saddletramp carries a phone, and Peach Blossom usually does (when she remembers it :wink: ). I have not been very free giving out this number because it can be a real nuisance to get a gabby call while trying to get ranchwork done. Another problem is that we never have a good connection on these cell phones. It is a rare call that Saddletramp and I can hear each other without the phone connection failing, and one of us having to re-dial.
Yesterday, my pocket phone vibrated and I answered it. On the other end came, "Hello, is this Mr. Soapweed?" "Yes," I said and the phone connection failed momentarily, "can you hear me?" "Yes," he said, "this is XXXXX running for Senate on the Republican ticket." I hung up, instantly mad. I thought to myself, those sorry telemarketers have finally figured out my cell number and it is really going to screw up ranching.
Still seething a few minutes later, I was walking out in the horrendous wind, just ready to get in the pickup, when my phone buzzed again. "Hello, this is XXXXX running for senate."
I blew up and read him the riot act, "By gosh, how did you sorry suckers get my pocket phone number. I'm trying to be a rancher, and sure don't need all these telemarketing calls interrupting my work. I'm a lifelong Republican, but am so sick of you guys calling all the time that I am about ready to vote Democrat. Get a life." I let him have it with both barrels.
He said, "Well, I'm XXXXXX running for Senate in Nebraska, and plan to be at the Bull Bash in Valentine. Are you going to be there?"
I retaliated, "Planning to, unless you guys make me so mad I decide not to go."
Then I got to thinking, maybe this guy is for real and he could be alright. I asked, "Where did you get my number?"
He said, "Well, I called your sister earlier today and talked to your dad this morning. He gave me your pocket number, and said that is the only way I'd be able to catch you since you were vaccinating cows."
I ate a little crow, and said I was sorry, and told him I'd try to look him up at the Bull Bash to apologize in person. :shock: :???: :? :wink:
Even though I am Republican from the top of my balding head to the tips of my Wilson boots, one of my greatest pet peeves in recent years has been telemarketers, and especially Republican telemarketers. Some Republican cause is always seeking donations, and it gripes me to the bone. I think these "Republican telemarketers" might even be hired by the Democrat party to thoroughly tick off Republican constituents. I have ceased to be nice to these guys, and just hang up on them.
Lately I have heard that telemarketers will soon have access to cell phone numbers, and have been dreading that day. I carry a pocket phone, and we get quite a bit of good out of them while doing ranch work. Saddletramp carries a phone, and Peach Blossom usually does (when she remembers it :wink: ). I have not been very free giving out this number because it can be a real nuisance to get a gabby call while trying to get ranchwork done. Another problem is that we never have a good connection on these cell phones. It is a rare call that Saddletramp and I can hear each other without the phone connection failing, and one of us having to re-dial.
Yesterday, my pocket phone vibrated and I answered it. On the other end came, "Hello, is this Mr. Soapweed?" "Yes," I said and the phone connection failed momentarily, "can you hear me?" "Yes," he said, "this is XXXXX running for Senate on the Republican ticket." I hung up, instantly mad. I thought to myself, those sorry telemarketers have finally figured out my cell number and it is really going to screw up ranching.
Still seething a few minutes later, I was walking out in the horrendous wind, just ready to get in the pickup, when my phone buzzed again. "Hello, this is XXXXX running for senate."
I blew up and read him the riot act, "By gosh, how did you sorry suckers get my pocket phone number. I'm trying to be a rancher, and sure don't need all these telemarketing calls interrupting my work. I'm a lifelong Republican, but am so sick of you guys calling all the time that I am about ready to vote Democrat. Get a life." I let him have it with both barrels.
He said, "Well, I'm XXXXXX running for Senate in Nebraska, and plan to be at the Bull Bash in Valentine. Are you going to be there?"
I retaliated, "Planning to, unless you guys make me so mad I decide not to go."
Then I got to thinking, maybe this guy is for real and he could be alright. I asked, "Where did you get my number?"
He said, "Well, I called your sister earlier today and talked to your dad this morning. He gave me your pocket number, and said that is the only way I'd be able to catch you since you were vaccinating cows."
I ate a little crow, and said I was sorry, and told him I'd try to look him up at the Bull Bash to apologize in person. :shock: :???: :? :wink: