Farewell Telemarketers!

I'm sorry it had to end this way. But I had no choice. My once useful home phone had turned into a useless decoration. I had to end my service.

Oh, how I'll miss those five or six calls a day with nobody on the other line. Those nice 8am Saturday morning wakeup calls. I'll never know who really has the number 000-000-0000. I'll always wonder where on Earth you have to be in order to be "out of area".

How will I decide who to vote for now? Without all of those pre-recorded calls from every politician and lobbying group I'm sure I'll have no understanding of the real issues. But alas, the home phone had to go. Even if it means I'll have to study the issues myself and be an informed voter.

Most of all though, I'll miss the arguments with the police fraternity callers. They just wouldn't take no for an answer! Those days when they'd belittle me for not wanting to donate $50 to support their administrative overhead will be sorely missed.

But life goes on. With or without a phone attached to my house.