Divine Lunacy

It always happens after school, between 1500 and 1600. Every damned time. The phone rings, it’s for me. It’s one of the armed forces calling to corner me into joining…again. It was the Marines this time. What kind of idiot do these people take me for? He asked me what I want to do after high school, so I told him, truthfully, that I was planning on majoring in math. Here comes the punch line: He went on to ask me what I am planning on doing for a career. Uh oh! I stupidly, and truthfully told him that I was undecided. Well, he set me up. I hung up about then, because I knew that after that he would inform me about all of the great careers in mathematics that the Marines have to offer. He didn’t really think I would fall for that one, did he? I must admit, he did seem quite skilled at working poor, helpess high school students into joining. If I want to join the Marines, I’ll join them without the help of some guy on a phone. This particular guy was lucky. Most of the callers don’t get past: I’m from the <service> recruit… I hang up. If you happen to be a recruiter reading this post, and I’m on your list, don’t call me. I don’t want to waste the time required to listen to your little introductory speil and then hang up. Please, save us both the trouble.

On a second thought. This dude knew both my grade and my school. Who gives these people my name, grade, and phone number? I sure as hell don’t remember realeasing all of that information. Just don’t call! Thirdly, I am now wanted by the army, navy and marines…. What happens if I sign on with all of them? Remember: Uncle Sam wants you.

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