I had a few crappy things in a row happen this afternoon: a $55 parking ticket, an hour-long conference call with a pissy client, plus I read this disheartening article about how GOP activists are scheming all kinds of way to block Democrats from voting in swing states on technicalities, like having a home in foreclosure: "Lose your house, lose your vote." Kinda makes all of the McCain/Palin campaign's small town talk sound hollow, don't it? (Seriously, click the link and read what they're up to. It will freak your shit out.)
So, at this point, my head was spinning and I was feeling really hopeless about the future of this country (compounded by a preceding series of "I like her! She gets things done!" Palin praise pronouncements from people who should know better).
In this foul mood, I walked to the posh gym next door to get a protein shake for dinner.
But then something really good happened. The guy behind the counter was telling a customer he was voting for Obama even though he was Republican. The customer was a big old white guy with a sour face and self-satisfied air, like a walking GOP stereotype. He was arguing with the counter guy, trying to change his mind.
Counter guy: Hey, I'm basically Republican in every way, but there were no weapons of mass destruction.
Corpulent guy: That's not true.
Counter guy: (shaking his head) Yes, it is.
Corpulent guy: (heavy sigh as he turns to leave) I've got to talk to you more about this later.
Counter guy: (shakes his head with a frown, as in "Nope, won't change my mind.")
A self-admitted Republican looking at the facts logically and making an informed decision to vote outside his party, because he saw a better choice? Hot damn.
After an afternoon of feeling like the baseball instead of the bat, it made my day to see signs of intelligent life in the old U.S. of A. Thank you, Counter Guy. Even though my protein shake was runny, you are my hero of the week.
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