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Another phone-banking shift
My shift two weeks ago was all about encouraging early voting. This one was "if you have a mail-in ballot, it's probably too late to put it in the mail, so you'll need to drop it off in person; do you know where?" or "if you're planning to vote in person on Tuesday, do you know where, when, with whom, and how you're getting there?"
I talked to two people who were definitely voting for Trump, but were friendly about it, and a few who were definitely voting for Trump, but were nasty about it, and five or six who were enthusiastically voting for Harris (one of whom wasn't certain about his registration, because he had recently moved, and wasn't certain where his new polling place was, so I was able to help with that).
And lots of Pennsylvanians who were sick and tired of getting political phone calls. One little old lady answered the phone "Hello! F*** you!" [click] before I even said a word. A number of people weren't sure whether they were the person I had asked for until I identified myself, at which point it became a wrong number. One woman answered the phone, I asked for David, and in an outrageous fake-male voice she said "This is David; how may I help you?"
Perhaps the oddest answer I got was "I actually don't vote; I'm religious." [click]
I talked to two people who were definitely voting for Trump, but were friendly about it, and a few who were definitely voting for Trump, but were nasty about it, and five or six who were enthusiastically voting for Harris (one of whom wasn't certain about his registration, because he had recently moved, and wasn't certain where his new polling place was, so I was able to help with that).
And lots of Pennsylvanians who were sick and tired of getting political phone calls. One little old lady answered the phone "Hello! F*** you!" [click] before I even said a word. A number of people weren't sure whether they were the person I had asked for until I identified myself, at which point it became a wrong number. One woman answered the phone, I asked for David, and in an outrageous fake-male voice she said "This is David; how may I help you?"
Perhaps the oddest answer I got was "I actually don't vote; I'm religious." [click]
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Wow, why did the little old lady answer the phone at all if she wasn't going to let you introduce yourself? Weird.
I've been letting everything I don't recognize go to voicemail and telling the ones who come to the door that I've already voted. No reason to be unpleasant about it! The canvasers seem to appreciate not wasting their time.