An Attempt at Being Political

Photo: Justin Sullivan, Getty Images since I didn’t get in

I tried to go see Hillary yesterday. I stood in line for two hours. I was just about at the front of the line when they closed the doors because the fire marshall deemed the facility was at capacity.

The old Michelle would have been highly ticked off.

Actually, the old Michelle would have given up 30 minutes in.

Okay. To be honest, I doubt the old Michelle would have even been there. As it was, the new Michelle was frequently asking herself “What am I doing here?”

Even though I didn’t get in, I figured I would share some of the people I met in line who kept me entertained.

The first was the Indian woman who jumped out of her car as we both finished parking and ran over to me saying “We’re going to stay together so we can find our way back to our cars.” She then asked me for my cell phone number and called it in case we lost each other. She also kept telling me that it was time for a woman.

Then there was the handsome canvasser from LA who politely listened to the woman behind me telling him she was registered as an independent, and she was going to listen to all the candidates, perhaps multiple times, before she made up her mind. She sounded pretty proud of herself.

There was also a young and exuberant security dog who obviously was still being trained because he kept barking for the fun of it and his trainer kept trying to quiet him down. I kept thinking “That dog needs a Meagan Moody.”

In front of me and my new friend, there was a group of girls from China all with impressive looking cameras who were smiling and chatting with each other. At one point, another canvasser came over and told them her family was from China. They struck up an animated conversation which made me smile because they were obviously enjoying themselves.

It turns out that my new friend has a daughter-in-law who is also from China. She married her son in October, lives out in LA, likes Indian food, and is on TMZ. And on YouTube. My friend thinks she might be famous.

The fact that the girls from China were having a good time did not make the old geezer behind me happy. (He was from Oklahoma.) He got very irritated with those girls because they were too busy talking to stay within an inch of the people in front of them. He kept on saying, “Can we keep the line moving?” and other pleasant comments.

One of the N.H. gubernatorial candidates (Colin Van Ostern) was introducing himself to people in line. As he shook my hand, I apologized for being from Massachusetts. When the girls from China asked for a picture with him, I offered to take it. At that point, the old geezer jumped the line in front of us.

Yet another canvasser came over, this one from England. I said “Huh?” I guess that’s a thing. People from the U.K. come over here to campaign for U.S. candidates. He said Trump supporters didn’t like that at all.

I also ran into a woman wearing a Wellesley tee shirt. Class of ’98. She was there with her daughter and her mother, and she was very excited.

I think that about covers the people I met. An amazing number for me. Especially considering it was within a two hour span. But don’t ask me for any names. Except for Colin, who I just looked up on-line.

I was very disappointed I didn’t make it in, and I second guessed myself after I left. When I heard the police officer say he needed to shut the doors because the auditorium was full, I took off. But no one else did. Did I leave too early?

My only consolation was I don’t think the old geezer got in either. At the checkin desk, the girls from China and I somehow managed to get back in front of him.

By the way, my friend ditched me at some point.

But I have her number.