Door to Door Politicing

A political candidate came to the door a little while ago. I'm not feeling all that swift, so I'm in a t-shirt and jersey shorts this morning. It took only a couple of sentences for me to realize that he thought I'm a teenager.

Walker McGinnis: (introduced himself and shook my hand)

Nigel and Harper came to the door.

McGinnis: Are you staying home today? Get to be the babysitter?

Me: Um, yeah, I'm feeling a bit sick.

McGinnis: What grade are you at Grissom (High)?

Me: I'm 37.

McGinnis: Really? You don't look it.

I didn't have the heart to tell him that I wasn't going to vote for him. After I revealed my age and that I graduated from Grissom in '91, he switched gears to handing off a copy of his flier and saying goodbye.

Writer's Block: Do you remember?

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My earliest memory is from about 3 years of age. My parents took me to a zoo. I saw some ducks next to the pond. I decided I really wanted to pet a duck. When I reached out to do so, it bit me on my right index finger. It really hurt!