HILLARY MOS
When I stopped at our local health food store I realized it was Thursday, the day of the week they made their world-famous tofu pad thai.
The handsome woman at checkout asked, “Have you had it before?” I said it was my first time and complemented her on her Hillary button.
It was square with a blue background. The arrowed letter H logo was superimposed on a red heart. She wore it over her heart. She patted it, shook her head and said, “You wouldn’t believe the things people say to me when they see the button.”
But I would. This campaign season has been open season on incredulity. Nothing really surprises me anymore. Or for very long.
“One guy told me that Bill Clinton made millions by selling drugs out of the White House and that Hillary had killed 23 people when she was First Lady. ‘Check the website,’ he says.” She told him she would not.
We stepped away from the counter and formed a quick ad hoc support scrum and swapped a few more stories about the Sanderistas and Trumphalists. We felt better. Pad thai customers came in. She turned back to the counter.
“Speaking of websites,” I added, “a friend of mine has joined a feminist pro-Hillary online website. She says you can say nice things about Hillary without fear of attack.”
My new Hillary Mo had already grabbed a recycled paper bag and was writing down the information.
“My friend says it’s very relaxing.”
I pushed out the door into windy rain. “Please come back tomorrow,” she said a little pleady, “It’s Tofu Falafel Friday.”
May 12, 2016 @ 11:42 am
“Tofu falafel Friday” -too much. Isn’t that against the law somewhere, like Lebanon? Which is probably too close to the word “lesbian” for some, and for others -they haven’t a clue there is such a place as Lebanon! They would probably venture a guess that all lesbians sprang forth from Lebanon. I always thought falafel was vegetarian. Hummus and all, ya know. But anyway….
This prez-election cycle has been mind-boggling, to say the least. In the shower this morning (where I do most of my brilliant thinking) a horrid thought crossed my mind. My god, could we actually elect someone like Trump to the WH? I mean, is America that far over the edge now? The only reason I gave any consideration to this horrific scenario is well, the country of my birth just elected a man who sounds very much like Trump. With a personal history that should have sent shivers up the spines of most voting Filippinos. I’m speaking of Duterte.
The world seems out of sorts lately.