The other day I was talking with a woman who was trying to get people to vote early. She didn’t understand why I wasn’t interested. I said I prefer to vote on election day. She tried arguing that it was better to get it done, just to be safe.
I could see that she was on the cusp of getting militant and so I thought I’d nip it in the bud by explaining that I don’t live in Johnson County, so I’m not eligible. It worked, but got me thinking. There are certain things in life I enjoy because of the experience.
When I lived in Germantown, Maryland, I’d buy the Washington Post every day, from a newsstand near GEICO, where I worked to save people 15% on their auto insurance. Actually, I was an analyst. I digress.
Occasionally, I would get a phone call from a telemarketer who would begin by asking, “Do you read the Washington Post?”
“Yes, every day,” I’d say politely.
“Well, you’re in luck, today I can offer you a subscription and have it delivered to your house, saving you time and money.”
“That’s not how I see it.”
There would usually be a silence, as they didn’t have that response in their script. Then they would say something like, “You could save 55% off what you spend, wouldn’t that be nice.”
“No, not really.”
“But what about the convenience of having it on your front porch?”
“If it was on my front porch, then I wouldn’t need to go to the newsstand.”
Thinking they had gotten through to me and smelling a sale, “Exactly! Now, if I can…”
“You say that as if NOT going to the newsstand is a plus.”
“I start my day, seven days a week, by going to either the newsstand by my job or one near my house, on the weekends. I love it. I like seeing the smiling face of the clerk, I like pulling off my copy from the top of the stack, and seeing what other magazines and papers are available. We don’t really have newsstands in Iowa, much, and this is one of the things I love about living in a large metropolitan area.”
“But it is so much cheaper to subscribe?”
“Don’t you think you’d spend fifty-cents a day, to buy a bit of joy?”
“I suppose,” they would say, knowing they had lost the battle, but probably not fully understanding that they had never really had a chance.
“You are very nice to call, but I will always prefer to pick-up the paper, than to get it delivered.”
They would hang-up and move on to the next potential customer and I would take a small measure of joy in my simple little routine.
I live in a town of 280. No newsstand in sight, so I read the paper on my iPad. Times change, but if I lived in a big city, I would go back to buying the paper, because it makes me happy.
That is how I feel about tomorrow. I’m going to participate. I’ll watch the returns and cheer for my team and on Wednesday, life can get back to normal…unless there is a tie…or Ohio is close. If that happens, it will like drive me bananas.