While I was on an important phone call, I got a text message from an opinion research group—for Christine, the moron who put the wrong number on some political form in New Hampshire back in 2016. I can’t call back the text number (it’s always busy) and the link they gave me leads to a survey where I can’t skip ahead and give them the correct feedback. Hopefully my reply to the text will at least be enough to get me off their list.
But realistically, I think Christine screwed up her voter registration and I’m gonna be in this mess till New Hampshire cleans up its voter rolls. Without knowing her last name there’s no way to know how to get off the list, assuming that’s where it is.
What I’m saying right now is, I really hate Christine.