When I was a kid, I remember Jehovah’s Witnesses coming to my house and my parents politely asking them to leave. Sometimes my mom would even act interested, take the material and then later throw it away – again, in a polite manner. Then as I got older, I remember my parents more sternly ordering the solicitors…
My four-year-old answered the phone last night and said, “Daddy, it’s for you.” Below is the gist of my five-minute conversation with the caller: Solicitor: Is this Mr. Zkghwkfhalfie (they slaughter my last name)? Me: Yes. Solicitor: I’m calling because you entered a contest to win either a new car or $25,000 (keep in mind…