Here’s The Problem: Ok, LOOK. So maybe I was a little late filling out my Census. And maybe I took my sweet ass time actually mailing it in. And maybe – just maybe – I was yelling “I ALREADY TOLD YOU HOW MEXICAN I AM CENSUS!” while doing it. But I mailed the damn thing in. Ok? I mailed the damn thing in. So, when I get home from a very long day, and I am tired and alone and i see a big blue NOTICE on my door, telling me to call some kid to talk about why I haven’t turned my Census in – I get a little cross.
Actual Problem: As Tarsha said so eloquently: “Coming to the door? They’re getting worse than the damn Jehovah witnesses!”