Door to Door Politicing
Sep. 27th, 2010 11:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
csberryA 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.
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.
