Personal Day of Irony

As yesterday was the National Day of Prayer if you were at the moment a U.S. citizen and the National Day of Reason if you were a Humanist, NPR reported that at least some Humanists were celebrating by doing good deeds like giving blood, thereby essentially turning themselves Christian.

Later in the day I rose to an occasion in a way I’ve long longed to do: Usually when a telemarketer calls, I annoyedly say something like, “No thank you, I’m not interested,” and hang up; before yesterday I had never successfully emulated the model of discourse I heard presented years ago by one of my church denomination’s stewardship gurus, who said that he tells such callers, “I’m already happy, and I don’t think your such-and-such will make me any happier.”
As I was working last evening, I for the umpteenth time received a call from John of Home Protection offering me a free burglar alarm system if I would just place their sign in their yard (and pay a monthly service fee, I’m sure). 
“Well,” I said. “Thanks for calling, but I feel pretty safe here at my house, and I don’t know that I have anything anyone would want to steal anyway, so I don’t think I need that.”
“Alright, thank you,” he said hanging up.
I went back to my task–putting locks* on our doors.

*So maybe they were just screen door hook-and-eye latches to prevent H from heading out on her own, but if I don’t say that part, it’s a better story.

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