In the Sam's Club checkout line today, I rolled my cart up behind a woman with a flatbed full of picnic fixings. She looked capable of getting on by herself, but I offered to help anyway, and she accepted.

After I lugged a 75-lb. box of beef patties onto the belt, she announced, "You know you're helping Barack Obama?"

I proffered a polite smile and continued working. This was Sam's, not the Oxford Union.

"We're having a debate-watching party with the unions in Fort Worth," she added, in that uncertainly exuberant tone I've observed before. In cult members.

"I see." My flat response probably told her I wouldn't be begging for an invite.

Then the clerk announced her total: More than $500.

I wonder if the lady noticed my great, big, honkin' grin when I realized I'd just watched Barack Obama drop five hundred bucks in a state he will not win.

Posted by: Michael Rittenhouse at 07:31 PM | Comments (2) | Add Comment
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