Repub. campaigner stopped by yesterday with election materials.
We have local elections coming up (I swear there's campaign material around here all the time), and he also wanted to make sure I had my Mittens and anti-Obama propaganda. We're in a very red part of the state. I usually just smile, say "Thank you," and try to avoid talking. I can be a bit apathetic that way. But yesterday, I was cleaning the house and had the Itunes on the home stereo system. "Purple Rain" was blasting (he just missed Anti-Flag's "One Trillion Dollars"
, and so when he came up, shook my hand, and wanted to talk, I told him, "Hold on, let the song finish. It's Prince." He stood there for a good minute and a half, standing right next to me, neither of us making eye contact. We stood in the front doorway, listening to Prince, in silence, "Purple Rain." My daughters were in the kitchen laughing their asses off. A minute and a half. He couldn't take it any more, just standing there, together, listening to Prince, and so he left the materials on the porch and told me to have a nice day. I stood in the doorway, "Purple Rain" blaring, while he walked off to my neighbor's house, a neighbor who promptly told him to "fuck off." That wasn't nice. I at least shared Prince.
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