This just happened, I SWEAR:
Phone guy: I’m calling for John Scalzi.
Me: He is me.
Phone guy: Hi, I’m calling from the Jon Huntsman campaign and we know that you made a contribution to his campaign, and we are looking for people to be Huntsman delegates for the Republican National Convention.
Me: BWA HA HA HA HAH HA HA HA HAH HA!
Phone guy: Sir?
Me: I’m sorry. Look, I’m not a registered Republican and I’m unlikely to vote for Huntsman in the general election. I donated to him because of all the Republican candidates, he is the most sane, and I thought that needed to be encouraged.
Phone guy: … oh.
Me: Yeah. He should probably have someone who is actually going to vote him. But thanks for thinking of me.
Phone guy: Okay. Thanks for the donation, anyway.
Me: You’re welcome. Bye, now.
And then I hung up.
And then I felt like kicking myself, because going to the GOP convention as a Huntsman delegate probably would have been awesome. And wrong. But awesome. Just the thought of me as a GOP delegate makes me want to chortle madly.
Maybe they’ll call back. Probably not.
Curse my accursed honesty!