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Phone poll

Posted on: April 5, 2013

We were eating dinner the other night when the phone rang. Neave rushed off to answer it.

“He-llo! Yes! He-llo! Here’s Mummy!” She thrust the phone at me. I put it to my ear, expecting to hear my Dad’s voice on the other end as he has impeccable timing and almost always rings while we’re eating. However, what I heard was a computer voice saying,

“… if you would please participate in a short survey that will take under one minute…”

I tuned out again as I considered whether or not to hang up, but as it was going to be less than a minute, I decided to keep listening. I completely missed hearing who was conducting the survey or what it was for, so had no idea what subject was about to hit me, but hoped I’d know the answers.

The first question, still delivered by the detached, electronic voice, was,

“If there was a State election tomorrow, who would you vote for? If you are not sure, indicate whoever you have the slightest leaning towards…”

Oh great, politics. Here we go. Um…

“…Press 1 for Liberal, 2 for Labor and 3 for Greens.”

I entered my choice and hoped there would be no more political party questions because, quite frankly, I’m disenchanted with every one of them.

Next question: “Do you agree with legalised hunting in NSW National Parks? Press 1 for Yes and 2 for No.”

Well that was easy, 2. But it didn’t let me indicate how strongly I disagree with hunting in NSW National Parks, so I held the button down for a little longer than required. That should do it.

Next: “Do you agree with legislation that would make same sex marriage legal in NSW? Press 1 for Yes and 2 for No.”

Oh bugger it. 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1. 1.

I hope they got the message because there were no more questions after that. I think I broke the survey.

2 Responses to "Phone poll"

I always wonder about those surveys – I’ve never gotten a machine one though, always a live individual who somehow manages to coax me to stay on the phone for “just a few more questions,” inevitably as the kids run screeching around me, tugging at my pants and begging to talk to whoever it is on the phone.

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