Reaching across the aisle, I decided to share my cough drops with the poll people from the Right.
So much for your “personal responsibility” call, Republican woman across from me on Election Night who “borrowed” throat lozenges from me! Ha! I came prepared. You may have had gloves on that cold night, madam, but you did not have cough drops! An ex choir girl, I know to preserve my best instrument and weapon.
Seriously, though, when I heard these hoarse auctioneers talking about how “they treat us like we’re the bad guys”—speaking not of the two congenial gentlemen and my family holding our Democrat signs, but of Democrat voters who angrily shook their heads or even called out to them angrily—I had to offer my throat drops across the aisle—or, in this case, the entryway to our local recreation center. Most declined, save for a woman who claimed candidate materials filled her car. Why, I’m not sure, but she and her friends seemed to be quite anti-woman’s choice, ironically enough.
So I learned that it really is easy to reach across the aisle.
