“Don't swear. And 'by
God' make sure you do the right thing and vote Republican this year."
"Really? Republican?" I said smirking with amusement.
But that's not where it started. Earlier at checkout we had a prior exchange.
"That's right!" the seeming republican says, "The CEO's sit at the bank and get paid enough for all of us!! This poor guy can't hardly afford his 2 beers I bet!! And they make that money to just sit there and do mostly nothing!! "The 66 year old-ish republican campaigner, haunting the Rite Aid checkout and the poor clerk paid to stand there and be subjected to him, says to me this evening as i arrived at checkout. Stepping aside from the clerk for me as he said it, harboring his unopened bag of 'Munchos' he was no doubt 'deciding' whether or not to purchase. Rite Aid won't kick you out if it appears you might buy some chips there. Don’t let the door to door religious people find that out ok?
"Really? Republican?" I said smirking with amusement.
But that's not where it started. Earlier at checkout we had a prior exchange.
"That's right!" the seeming republican says, "The CEO's sit at the bank and get paid enough for all of us!! This poor guy can't hardly afford his 2 beers I bet!! And they make that money to just sit there and do mostly nothing!! "The 66 year old-ish republican campaigner, haunting the Rite Aid checkout and the poor clerk paid to stand there and be subjected to him, says to me this evening as i arrived at checkout. Stepping aside from the clerk for me as he said it, harboring his unopened bag of 'Munchos' he was no doubt 'deciding' whether or not to purchase. Rite Aid won't kick you out if it appears you might buy some chips there. Don’t let the door to door religious people find that out ok?
But this wasn't the beginning either. When I walked into the Rite Aid initially that evening for a couple cold and cheap beers, he was there in the doorway, piping away like a boiling teakettle. In passing as I entered, minus a look but with a quick gesture of his hand, he paused his 'obviously delightful' story,
"Stick around, you don’t want to miss this, it's good." He delivered it in mid sentence, all without skipping a
beat, he expertly popped it out like a midway vendor at the state fair, and went right back to his story. He cued it up just for me. Right? I never doubted for a pico-second that it was for me and everyone else that walked through those
doors for this seasoned performer. I didn’t
stop. I didn’t even pause or consider
stopping. The only thought I paid him
was negligible, barely living at the back of my mind for the least measurable, smallest amount of time. Hardly worthy of note to my
consciousness as the sound of his continued bombarding of the other customers
faded away from the ever nearing beer cooler.
It was a wordless awareness of a state of feelings about this salesman
type guy. It was sort of like, "I
hope/wonder/desire if he/him/guy gone when i go back/am done/checkout" Just a flicker of an awareness of the things
that spawn actual thoughts dwelling only for the briefest moment at the edge of
not being able to give any less of a shit about the situation one way or the
other.
“Don't swear. And 'by
God' make sure you do the right thing and Vote Republican this year." Exactly
3 sentences prior to this, and it’s hard to ignore him when he insists on
speaking directly to you,
"That's right the CEO's sit at the bank and get paid enough for all
of us!! This poor guy can't hardly
afford his 2 beers I bet!! And they make
that money to just sit there and do mostly nothing!! "
"Yeah in Japan
CEO's only make about a maximum of ten times the median wage." I could tell at that point that I had lost
the old huff and puff somewhere between 'Japan' and 'median wage'. So in an attempt to bring it back to his level
I wrapped it up with a name always applicable when describing the ever widening
canyon between median wage earners and CEO’s. "Not like here where the top CEO’s make 400
times the median wage, OR MORE.
Assholes."
“Don't swear. And 'by
God' make sure you do the right thing and Vote Republican this year."
I kept checking out, handing the cashier my money. "That's very Republican of you to tell
me how I can acceptably talk and then asking for my vote. I think I might have to vote for Obama. Again"
You have to love the infinite Republican morality when he is
completely comfortable appealing to me now, telling me "I made the mistake
and voted for Obama the first time too, but it's OK, no one is perfect. We won't
EVER make that mistake again."
'Vote Republican this time and all is forgiven' basically.
Exiting the first set of double doors I saw him setting his Munchos down to follow me. It was just something you could see in his stance and his demeanor. I turned away to have him follow and put my fist up and shouted smiling, “GOP!” as he followed me out to the parking lot. I looked back as he was exiting the last set
of auto doors, just after I said it, my fist still raised, my face still
smiling. He was beaming. Giddy almost.
He parroted my cry, "GOP!" raising his fist over his head like
mine, with a slight bend in his arm, just like mine. Still smiling I said the next three words
questioningly with a ‘Is this right?’ manner etched on my face, straightening the bend out of my
arm for emphasis on each one.
“Greed?
Oppression? Poverty?” Thinking back on it I think he may have
parroted “Greed” and the first part of “Oppression” before he realized where exactly it was that I had taken him. His good
mood faded like water down a once clogged drain that had just been snaked. He mumbled a couple unintelligible things as
he got in his car.