I was listening to a radio debate on the Labour Party importation of 85 foreign "interns" to beef up its election campaign team, when the phone rang.
It was my old mate from the sub-continent again claiming to be from Microsoft's technical department and concerned about my computer.
I gave him a friendly "bugger off" and hung up. I know, if there's a pause on the line when you pick up the receiver, you should just hang up immediately.
Or engage in a long discussion to waste his time. But truly, I find a quick expletive is the most satisfying.
In the background the radio discussion was droning on. I switched it off too, thinking if someone with an American accent - apparently the source of most of Labour's little helpers - rang asking me to support New Zealand Labour in the upcoming election, I'd be tempted to fall back on the old "bugger off."
Sure, I'm not the target. The Campaign for Change, organised by Matt McCarten, veteran leftie, and until a few weeks ago, Labour's campaign boss in Auckland, is aimed at mobilising the "missing million" - mainly young people - who failed to vote at the last election.
Whatever, it still sniffs of Mormon missionaries. Foreigners coming in to proselytise the natives.
According to POLITIK blog's Richard Harman, they will be used to door knock around the country, to cold call from a phone bank, and to recruit new workers from the universities and unions.
True, some of the great Labour Party icons blew in from across the seas. Peter Fraser from Scotland, Walter Nash from England and Bob Semple, born on the New South Wales goldfields for example.
But they weren't here for a brief working holiday and a marae experience. They were part of the new New Zealander working class.
They were settlers, here to build a better world for themselves and future generations.
They weren't off in a few weeks with a plastic tiki in their pockets, and a new tan from a weekend side trip to the ski-fields.
Long-time Labour president Mike Williams says the exchange of outside helpers is not new.
Around 2004, after a supporter left a bequest for the benefit of Young Labour, he despatched around a dozen young "observers" to help out in the Australian federal election.
They all seemed to gravitate to Kingsford Smith electorate near Sydney, he laughingly recalled, which just happened to be contested by Midnight Oil lead singer Peter Garrett.
Williams says the Australian Labour Party similarly blooded a few young enthusiasts on this side of the Tasman.
He doesn't recall them being employed in front line tasks though. They were used as gophers putting up billboards and the like.
Since this story broke, there's been much muttering about possible breaches of electoral law, and claims of Labour's double standards regarding underpaying migrants workers and the like.
These will quickly blow over. To me, the real worry for Labour is it seems to think it can arouse the moribund million by bringing in an influx of foreign missionaries.
Talking employment issues, I must be going soft in the head in my dotage, but I'm starting to feel sorry for the grocer's boy from darkest Dipton, Todd Barclay.
He foolishly thought the squirearchy from the deep South, would tolerate him as their MP.
It's taken them three years to white-ant him out of office, but they've finally succeeded. Barclay forced out to save Prime Minister Bill English - Barclay's predecessor as Clutha-Southland MP - further embarrassment.
What seems astounding is how the so-called "evil-six" of National Party locals alleged to be behind his downfall, didn't hesitate to embarrass their leader and local MP for 17 years, to leak a confetti of confidential documents, and ensure last weekend's pre-election party conference, was a train wreck.
From afar, it seems Barclay's big mistake was not hiring an electorate secretary of his own choosing on becoming MP in 2014, or when it became obvious, he and English's 17 year veteran Glenys Dickson, were incompatible.
This happens, and when it does, MPs can go to Parliamentary Services, declare irreconcilable differences, and a severance cheque is duly written out.
We read that Dickson often stood in for English and was jokingly referred to as "the local MP". A salutary lesson for new MPs everywhere.