Fed Ex and the Fair Tax

Today was a normal day where I went to work and did my normal routine, which sometimes includes overnighting stuff to California to one of the owners at their request. Well, I did what I normally do with overnighting something, I called the Fed Ex number to schedule a pickup. Today for some reason, it said I needed to speak to a representative instead of the automated recording. I've done this before and it normally takes about 1 minute max to confirm everything. But not today.

The nice lady on the other end of the phone (she was an American citizen who spoke English, not Mexican or Indian) tells me about printing my own labels to save 15% and saving $4 by dropping the packages at a drop box in downtown Dawsonvegas. So I was appreciative and thanked her for the tips. Well this leads to a conversation about little ways to save money here and there. She introduces herself and tells me she's from Taxachusetts. I was shocked because I couldn't tell by her accent. It was so much of a Boston accent I could barely understand her. I told her no offense, but I'm sorry she had to live in Ted Kennedy's state with the ultra liberals. I didn't know her political beliefs, but I'd imagine with her calling her state Taxachusetts, she wasn't fond of the higher taxes Democrat party. She laughed and told me about how she spends what little money she has left to save, for example, her squeaky shoes. I take it she's pretty cheap.

Yes, I called to schedule a Fed Ex pickup and 10 minutes later, I'm making the Fed Ex lady laugh and sharing our cheap ideas. I mention to her if we had the Fair Tax in place, we wouldn't be having this conversation about gas prices or high taxes. She wasn't sure what the Fair Tax was, so I told her when she had the chance later on, to check out their website at Fairtax.org. She said she'd check it out later and asked me if I needed anything else about 5 times in between me cracking her up. I told her no thanks and she told me thank you for being the best call she'd ever had. I think she was just diggin my southern accent because I'm sure they don't hear my type up in Boston that often. I do intend on visiting Fenway Park soon, so I will surely entertain the bar crowd with my genuine redneckedness. But I did possibly convert 1 person today and maybe she'll tell her friends up there in Taxachusetts.

Speaking of being a redneck in a bar full of yankees, or Red Sox fans, who are technically yankees, but will kill you if you associate them with the yankee name, the following classic by Johnny Russell would be a great tune for me to sing karaoke to. And what better way to be inducted to the Red Sox Nation than to change "white socks" to "red sox" in the song "Rednecks, White Socks, and Blue Ribbon Beer". What a way to get the blue collar northeastern crowd to yell and send cheers around the bar than this lost classic. I would make sure the bar had PBR's on hand, because that would totally kick ass if my redneck was there along with their red sox and a by-god PBR to complete the title of the song. Pure brilliance Matty...



Wow, my ADD is really showing in this post... haha