psychohist's gamers. The woman on the other end asked "Hello, is Mr. or Mrs. (lastname) there?" I admitted to being Mrs. 
psychoshist.It turns out that the woman was working for Giuliani's campaign. She apologized for calling so early in the campaign and wanted to know if we would be interested in contributing. She did admit that it was
psychohist's name she had down on her list, so I didn't immediately become annoyed because it wasn't immediately obvious that she was inclined to assume we shared the same politics. I explained to the nice woman that my darling husband actually thought it was a tad late for her candidate to be coming to him for money, but that he might in fact be interested in contributing, but I myself did not get involved with politicians. I was, however, trying to be cooperative, since Giulinai is both pro-choice and pro-smacking-people-who-need-to-be-smackpsychohistWhat then ensued was a comedy of errors, or rather, poor campaign worker on a computer dialer who didn't have the means to deal with anything unusual. She started asking if she should call back. Being truthful, I told her that it would be better to send a letter. (I neglected to say 'We don't pick up the phone when we are playing Warcraft'.) She was happy to send him some mail, but the only mail it seemed she could send was a pledge envelope, which seemed to imply me essentially telling her we'd give X amount. There were several iterations of, "I think he's interested in contributing, but I am unable to make any commitment for him." Eventually I think she thought I might be being pressured into giving, or something because she asked to record, but declined to make any commitment, especially when she said the part about paying now by credit card. (Had she not been listening? I wasn't interested in contributing myself, I'd made that quite clear.) She finally gave up when I said on tape that I could not commit anything in my husbands name. Defeated, she asked if she could call back. Sure, whatever. Good luck with that.
