so i got one of those telemarketer voter surveys the other day. they call asking if you know there’s an election coming up and who you plan to vote for. i wasn’t in the mood to talk to some stranger about anything but the girl, the first thing she says after she explains why she’s calling, she says, “Oh, by the way, i love the song on your phone.”

i have one of those caller tunes where if you call me you are forced to hear a song i’ve picked out. yes, i’m that big of a jerk. i tried to pick something i thought everyone would like. it’s the Staple Singers’ I’ll Take You There. everyone likes that one, right? 

so since she’s complimented my song, now i have to be polite and take her survey.

it was only three questions long.

then she asked if i was caucasian, black, hispanic, or other.

“caucasian.”

“and you’re female, right?”

“yes.”

“well, you are one white girl with good taste in music.”

“oh. thank you.”

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