what will i do after the elections? there will be a huge chiasm in my life, dull and empty and boring. my daily commute will be listless, with no lipstick stories or pigs.
they were distributing mccain stickers in the hospital and i was offered one, blue and shining with a star on the i. as an alien foreigner, naturally, i refused. they insisted. all the other physicians in the physicians lounge were waving it around, looking at me in the sea of middle, like i was rosemary in rosemary's baby. i refused, me the anti-diplomat trying to be as tactful as can be, but they egged on, the blue rectangles forming circles in their proximity. and there i saw my future, bleak and desolate, with a handful of consults and closed doors, an exile, a true alien. sigh. it's a hefty dilemna.
i did not take the sticker. what's more, beetle volkswagens, being the symbol of anti-imperialistic freesom-loving hippie movements, cannot be riddled with republican mccain stickers. they just can't! so i remain and my blueberry beetle remains sticker-less, and why do i suddenly feel like the school reject?