I found myself uncharacteristically disinterested in both my book and music this morning so I tuned out and stared out the window. That is until the Gap Lady and one of the Wizened Crones snapped me back into cognizance with their chatting about car washing and tractor repair. Seriously: tractor repair.
The two of them chatted for a while and I got the impression that Gap Lady really wanted to talk. After a few minutes of silence she says:
I just don't know what to make of all this political stuff.
My eyes widened, my jaw clenched, I leaned forward slightly, and I held my breath. I was beside myself with anticipation.
The response was a total let down. The wizened crone said matter-of-factly that she'd been hearing alot of ads for Obama, but very few from Clinton.
Then she said she heard that it was supposed to rain later.
And then there was silence.
It was, gentle reader, a deliciously awkward moment.