Door to Door Politicing

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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.

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You don't look it . . .

[(Anonymous)]

That reminds me of the time when my mother was carded at the convenience store for beer. She floated on that for about three days, but I didn't have the heart to tell her they carded everyone at the store. Plus she was turning 40 and beginning menopause, so I certainly wasn't going to stir THAT pot.