Today I headed home for lunch in a mad dash for some food. By 1 o'clock I am a woman on a mission to get some lunch. You see, I try to take my lunch later so I have less of the day when I get back to work, so by the time I’m headed to lunch, I’m famished. I get home, hop out of the car and haul booty towards the front door when I hear an elderly man calling me and walking up my driveway… It’s the U.S. Census Bureau.
The first thing out of my mouth was, “We turned ours in.” The man said, “Yes ma’am, you are a good citizen but it’s your neighbors that I’m inquiring about.”
The next 15 minutes consisted of the gentlemen quizzing me on my neighbors and going on and on about how people don’t know their neighbors anymore. He asked me about one house across the street of which I replied by saying, “I think it is a shut-in. I have never seen anyone leave the house.” He proceeded to ask me why I thought they were shut-in.
Oh boy.
The guy was super nice and very kind but I was hungry and ready to be over with the conversation.
Not sure why I decided to share this story, but I have been an awful blogger lately and felt like I should write about something. So, there it is…
Please fill out your census cards so us “good citizens” aren’t forced to gossip about you and why you are shut-in. Thank you.
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