that was my worst unfurling ever

[brandywine28]

While waiting on line to vote just now, the man behind me tapped me on the shoulder and asked, cheerfully -- cheerfully! -- "You a big Trump fan?" Amazingly, I did not vomit on his shoes, but I did tell him in no uncertain terms that no, no I am not.

"That's a shame," he said. "He's a genius, you know. So am I. And if you were one, you'd be voting for him, too." Pretty much the only thing in my head at this point were expletives, but I didn't even get a chance to let any out, 'cos he went on to tell me how intelligent and accomplished he is, and that he's a mathematics professor at a very reputable college. "Oh, yeah?" I asked, feigning interest*. "Which college?"

Welp. He couldn't tell me which college. Instead, he hesitated for an incredibly painful 15-20 seconds, mouth opening and closing like a dying fish. Then he changed the subject. Which, yeah, seems about right.

I just -- ugh. The idea that anyone could ever look at me and think "Republican" makes me want to hurl myself off a cliff.


*Ingrained politeness, yo. Dang is it hard to shake.

Comments

[pensnest]

The, uh, 'mathematics professor' sounds about typical for a Trump admirer. Console yourself (I hope) with the thought that only someone that stupid would do it.

[brandywine28]

Seriously, how hard is it to name a college? Even if you're lying, there must be close to a dozen of them in Manhattan alone. And they all have names, my guy. Just pick one.

That was his exact phrasing, too. "A very reputable college". Christ.

Oh, I'm consoled. I'm even laughing about it. But I still feel like retching, too, just a little.