After my first job replacing a failed drop wire, I needed a mocha. I was near the original Peet’s at Vine and Walnut in the heart of liberal Mecca. At 10:30am, the place was packed with coffee zombies. I looked for a table and there it was, a table by the window but with two older people having a conversation at one end of it.
I asked politely, “May I?” The woman said, “Yes you may as long as we don’t have to discuss how evil President Trump is.” I had no World’s Largest Telecommunications Company branded clothes on so I said, “He’s not my president. He’s our nation’s narcissistic charismatic psychopath.” She quickly said in a loud voice, “I wish I had never allowed you to sit down!” I replied, “Oops, I’m sorry I really wasn’t asking for your real permission, I was going to sit down whether you liked it or not, just like your buddy says things but doesn’t mean it.”
She got up and said, “I’ve had enough of this!” A guy sitting next to me said, “Another ignorant Trump supporter. She believes everything he says.” I replied, “This sounds terrible but some of the women who voted for that moron saw Trump as their perception of what a strong daddy figure was. Maybe they lacked that sort of man in their lives.” The guy asked, “You a psychiatrist?” I replied, “Na a phone man.” This too will pass