Electoral Roll

21st  February 2007

I answered the door. I didn’t like the look of the man stood there at all. He was wearing tinted glasses, and I’ve always been suspicious about people who adopt this affectation ever since I saw that planet-saving pop singer what’s-his-name, Bongo, Bonio, or something, wearing them. Plus the man was carrying a briefcase, which almost certainly meant that he would either be trying to sell me something or poke his nose into my business, both of which I can do without.
“Mr Ravenscroft?” he said, in a tone of voice that as well incorporating a question mark also contained a degree of arrogance.
I ignored the question mark and went to work on the arrogance by treating his statement as though it were an announcement. “Well what a coincidence! That’s my name too. We must be related. Tell me, are you one of the Cheshire Ravenscrofts or one of the Scottish branch of the family?”
When confronted by arrogant people it has always been my policy to try to disrupt them right at the outset, to try to get them off the front foot and firmly on the back foot. It appears I succeeded because for a few seconds the man just stood there looking at me open-mouthed. Then he managed to close his mouth and a second later and started forming words. “No. You misunderstand. I’m not Mr Ravenscroft.”
I affected surprise. “Then why did you say you were?”
“I didn’t. I was enquiring if you were Mr Ravenscroft.”
“Ah. I see. So then, now we’ve got that established (and that the arrogance has disappeared from your tone), what can I do for you?”
“It’s about your Electoral Roll form.”
“Yes, what about it?”
He referred to a notebook. “Apparently we’ve sent you three and three times you’ve failed to do the necessary.”
“Wrong. I returned all three of them.”
“Yes but you didn’t fill them in and sign them.”
“That’s right. That’s because neither my wife nor I want a role in the next Election, we’re both quite happy to let the politicians get on with it if it keeps them amused.”
He looked at me as if to say ‘You stupid bastard’. Unfortunately for him he isn’t allowed to call me a stupid bastard, so he said, a leer now on is face and the arrogance returning “The Electoral Roll is nothing to do with you having a role in the Election,  nor your desire to vote or otherwise.”
“Then why is it called the Electoral Roll? Electoral….elector…elections….seems to me it’s everything to do with voting.”
“It is to do with the Local Authority knowing who precisely resides at every address within the boundaries of that Local Authority,” he said, the voice of authority, or maybe the voice of local authority.
“You already know who lives here,” I said. “You printed our names on the Electoral Roll forms under ‘Names of People Living at this Address’.”
“We need you to confirm it.”
“Right, I confirm it. We live here.”
“By signing the Electoral Roll form.”
“Sorry, no can do. I sent them all back. All three of them.”
“I know.” He opened his briefcase and produced a form. He treated me to a supercilious smile. “I’ve brought along another one.”
I took it off him, glanced briefly at it then said: “Yes well it all seems to be in order, I’ll sign it then. Shan’t be a moment I’ll get my pen.”
I closed the door on him, put on a top coat and went out the back door for a walk. I don’t know how long the man waited on the doorstep but he wasn’t there when I returned about an hour later.
He’ll be back again I suppose, and I’ll probably sign next time. Donald Duck, I think. Or maybe Eric Cartman.

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