Grassroots Political Campaigner

Someone rang the doorbell. I looked out the window and saw a very tall teenage girl standing there. I opened the door and saw she was a political campaigner.

She wore a blue t-shirt with “DNC” on it, and she held a clipboard and pen. She was thin and had to be over six feet tall, but the thing that stood out to me was her huge sunglasses. She was a pretty girl, and she had a nice smile, but those sunglasses were off-putting because I couldn’t see her eyes — I couldn’t see anything above her cheeks or below her mid-forehead.

She started her spiel, talking about the exciting primary season, and how “we” would like to continue the “grassroots movement”. She was several sentences into her speech before she mentioned Obama by name.

Generally, I don’t want anyone bringing politics to my door, unsolicited, but this seemed like an interesting situation that might make good blog fodder — and look what I’m doing with it.

She apparently noticed me smiling to myself, and she asked, “What is it?”

“Hmm?” I said and shook my head.

“Oh, I thought you were looking at me odd.”

I almost commented that I couldn’t see her eyes as she spoke to me, but I paused, and she went back into her speech. She offered to let me see the form for making a donation on her clipboard, and I took it to see what it looked like. There were no other names on the sheet, but I don’t know if that was because no one else was donating or if she keeps a “clean” sheet on top to protect the privacy of the donors in the neighborhood.

I handed the clipboard back and said, “No, I don’t want to make a donation.” I almost said, “Doesn’t Obama have more money than Congress already?”, but I let the urge pass because the girl was being very nice and polite — except for those damn sunglasses.

She turned and walked down our front steps and I closed the door.

Bullgrit
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