Some years ago, before I stopped getting calls from telemarketers - I wrote to them at their various addresses, which I still have somewhere and will put up here some other time - I was constantly assaulted by their intrusions.
One day, a pleasant-voiced woman called, and as I was in a kittenish, playful mood - this happens more than you might think, by the way... but I digress - I didn't hang up but, rather, listened while she made her pitch for whatever it was.
I didn't show much enthusiasm, I guess, because she came back with, "What are you - a duck or or Trump?"
"Huh?", I said.
"You heard me," she said. "I've found there are two types of people in the world, the Donald Ducks and the Donald Trumps. So which are you? A duck, or a Trump?"
I burst out laughing. "No question about it," I replied. "I'm a duck."
She hung up.
Since then, I've thought about this conversation, which so help me God happened just like I've recounted it above.
More than ever, I'm a duck, and probably always will be.
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