I spent eight hours calling citizens of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts (I can never spell that right the first time around) asking them to vote. I called 552 phone numbers. Of those 552, 123 people answered the phone. Of those 123, 17 people hung up on me. Of those 17, 10 were women and 7 were men.
My favorite exchange of the day happened twice. It made me, the girl working next to me, and our "boss" all laugh out loud.
Me: Hi, Today, as you know, is Election Day and I would appreciate it if you could vote for Chris Iannella for Governor's Council.
Massachusetts Voter: . . . Am I talking to a real person or to a machine?
Me: I am a real person.
Massachusetts Voter: Oh, okay, because a lot of the time they are machines. Thank you for calling, I will go vote.
Me: You're welcome. Have a nice day.
It wasn't the most terrible job in the world, and I was grateful for that. Although I kept thinking of one of my favorite scenes from one of my favorite movies. I haven't watched it in a while. I think I will this weekend. Sadly, I can't find the scene for you, but I can give you the dialogue.Then you can watch it too!
Kathleen: I have something to tell you, Frank. I didn't vote.
Kathleen: In the last mayoral election, when Rudy Giuliani was running against Ruth Messinger, I went to get a manicure and forgot to vote.
Frank: Since when do you get manicures?
Kathleen: Oh I suppose you could never be with a woman who gets manicures!
Frank: Never mind. It's okay; I forgive you.