Beautiful wife Sandy and I had just finished marveling at the latest revelation that our undistinguished president of the
cheats during his frequent golf games. I headed out into the real world to run
a few errands in our nearby small city. Small-town folks have a reputation as
being good guys. Most in our part of the world also are political conservatives.
I spotted a parking space near the entrance of my first stop and started to pull into it. I didn't pull very far. A small auto was parked about halfway into the space and also into the adjacent space, leaving only enough room for a bicycle or motorcycle in either area. I muttered #@*&, and parked a considerable hike away from my destination.
Upon leaving, I dutifully waited at a three-way-stop intersection until all was clear. Or so I thought.
I needed just one item at the next stop, a large supermarket. The market was busy, but many checkout stations were open including one featuring a large sign that said, "Twelve or Fewer Items Only." Ah, said I as I carried my single purchase to that station. Alas, I was forced to wait impatiently as the older "gentleman" ahead of me watched the cashier check his 36 items (yes, I counted them; I had plenty of time). When it was my turn, I observed, "At least I have 12 items or less." The cashier simply smiled.
Almost a majority of eligible Americans voted for Donald Trump, and many of us have wondered how on earth they could select an unprincipled egomaniac as the nation's leader. Perhaps the Trumpists among us simply favored someone who reflects their own #^&*^@ behavior.