False start

(From Sunday)

We've had a bust of a morning. Our assigned precinct was all gated communities with guards. We called some of the names on our list to try to add some value. We got a ride back to the staging area and joined another van. All the others in this new van are very young. A tweny-year-old guy, Nick, bless his heart, seemed surprised that we gambled last night. "Oh, so you guys are over 21 then." Uh, yeah, just barely squeaked by. Our next precinct is a golf course community, so I think there's a good chance we'll have to sneak in.