Clint called today at 2:35 p.m.. There was excitement in his voice as he said that he was from The Denver Post and that they’d really like to have us become subscribers again. He said they had some really exciting packages that he thought I’d like. He was totally unprepared for what came next. In my most forlorn voice ever, I told him how distraught I was about our candidates for president. I told him no way would I like to read about them as they are constantly contaminating the airwaves on TV. He was beginning to feel sorry for me. With tears starting to build, I told Clint that we’d decided to move to Canada and no, we would not need The Denver Post. You gotta have some fun with these telemarketers occasionally.
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