Thursday, April 23, 2009

would you like to take a survey?!

The census dude knocked on the door really, really early this morning. Being the ever alert citizen that I am, I rolled over to the window, hiked it up, and said, "Huh?" as I scratched myself in unsavory places.

The census dude asked me all of two questions.

Yeah, he woke me up for THAT.

Then he said, "I'll let you go. I see you were sleeping."

What's the first clue? The crust in my eyes? The drool down the front of my jammies? The fact that I had to give my name and address some considerable thought? Not my fault. I thought he was tossing in a trick question.


BRUNO said...

Good ol' "dry" humor!!! HEL-LO-O-O-O, NURSE!!!

Somehow, I picture you as a "Slappy The Squirrel" type person!

Wonder if they still live in the Warner Bros. studio water tower......???

BBC said...

I worked on the 2000 census, it was interesting work, except those trying to avoid us were a pain in the butt.

When it gets right down to the end they send the cops after those folks to get the required information.

For reasons I won't try to explain here it's important to be counted in the census.

The Future Was Yesterday said...

I tell door to door survey takers no - once. After that, it gets a little dicey unless they take the first "no."

You are required to tell a national census taker your name (If you are the head of the household), how many live at that address, and that is all. If you complete the written package, the above information is all that is required by law. You can be fined $100 for not giving that information, $500 for false information.

I don't think Obama has (or will) restored Habeas Corpus, so "the law" is going to be whatever the census taker says it is.

For that reason, I suggest a couple of handguns be kept at the ready to answer any questions.:)

*Goddess* said...

Bruno, I DO love Aunt Slappy:)

*Goddess* said...

It was just "is this a single family dwelling?" to which I replied, "Not counting the rats and their families..." and I had to confirm my addy. Apparently the rest of the fun arrives later in the mail.

The Future Was Yesterday said...

I was harrassed one year to no end. I'd been chosen for the long form, and I was kicking census takers off my porch nearly every day. Finally I had a brain fart, and said "Ok, I'll do it.".

I gave my name, confirmed the address, and how many people lived there. Then I took it over to a neighbor who's kids had rats in a cage. I put that thing on the bottom of that cage for two weeks, then gingerly folded it up and put it in the envelope and sent it off. I don't know what happened to it, but that was the end of census takers on my porch.