Last night, as Curtis and I were heading out the door to meet up with Sean and Norman and to see Persepolis (a fantastic movie, by the way -- do see it if you get the chance), Curtis mentioned that he'd noticed the messages light blinking on the answering machine. I decided to give a listen before we left the house for the evening.
The first was a recording from the mayor of Pasadena, urging me to vote "yes" on -- DELETE! Man, I hate those prerecorded political messages and cannot clear them off my answering machine fast enough.
The second message, though, took me aback.
"Hi," said a vaguely familiar voice. "This is Stevie Wonder."
Stevie Wonder? Panic hit me. Oh my god, what was going on? Did he read the snarky post I wrote about him last week? Was he angry? How did he get my phone number? How could he possibly figure out who I am?
"I just called to say I love you," sang Stevie, "and to ask you to vote for my friend, Barack Obama."
Panic subsided and was replaced by mild irritation. Nothing but another political ad. DELETE! But I was glad I had voted for Obama . . . you know, just in case.