Within 2 hours of arriving in Tulsa, my in-laws' phone rang. It was the NRA. As in the 'National Rifle Association'. EVERYONE was there - J's parents, siblings and their spouses. No one wanted to answer the phone, so I did.
I put on my best thick southern drawl.
The call went something like this:
"Good evening, Ma'am is Mr Widney at home?"
"He's not available right now but how can I help ya?"
"I'm calling to invite Mr Widney to become a member of the NRA."
"The National Rifle Association??
Oh my word, that would just scare me to no end!"
"Ma'am, it's really not that scary at all.
"Well Sir, I'm a Demo-crat."
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. Have a nice night." CLICK
I'm not a democrat. I'm Canadian.
Look at what I played with immediately after that phone call!