The NSA Comes A-Knockin’ and I Start Talkin’
posted at 1:32 pm
on Oct. 28, 2005
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I’m getting older. I can tell because today, I was contacted by the National Security Agency, and it aged me about a year.
Funny, when you answer the phone and the person on the other end says they are with the National Security Agency, you don’t need to ask which Nation. It’s obvious that it’s U.S., and if you have to ask, well, they’re the ones asking the questions, not you, son.
Seems I have a friend wants to work for the U.S. government. He says the State department, but I bet it’s something far cooler, like the counter-James Bond squad. He needs a background check in order to get security clearance, and I was his old boss. The NSA fellow asked me a few questions, and wanted to send me a questionnaire to fill out. He also wanted to sit down in person with me, but that may or may not happen.
I’m looking forward to it. I’ll be on my best behavior, no snarky, sarcastic or inane answers. At least, none that will get me sent up the river for perjury. 
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