"Hey Zac, did we get the social media data yet?"
"Yeah, just got access, premium. What d'ya wanna know?"
"Target Christian, social politics, high disposable income. Pull up a list and send out the canvassers with the A script."
"Got it, who gets the B script?"
"All ethnic minorities who are business owners and send their kids to private schools."
"And the C script?"
"Young adults, socially left, affluent parents, prone to spend money."
"Got it, and the D script?" ...
Before Lisa had even landed her customary third knock the door opened sharply. At first she thought it must be a child but when her eyes landed on the face she let out an involuntary gasp. The face was more wrinkled than a summer shirt dragged out a festering laundry basket. The age-spots gave the skin a coffee-stained look and her jowls hung a good inch below the chin that she jutted outward. Lisa opened her mouth to begin her political sales pitch when the old bag delivered a good strong poke in her stomach. She stopped. The old woman stopped too. Lisa continued. Another poke. She took a step back and the lady narrowed her eyes, pulling her thinning mouth into an actual frown. After a second or two of this grimace she revealed a walking cane from behind the door frame and begun to shout “Aaaaaiiiiiiieeeee” as she charged forwards quicker than Lisa would have thought possible for one so decrepit.
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