Yesterday was a beautiful day in the DC area here, so I went canvassing for my favorite presidential candidate with a friend in Manassas, Virginia. The town of Manassas could conceivably be flipped to blue in a state that has been polling more blue every week. The enthusiasm was very palpable by the 60+ volunteers that showed up to the campaign office, and a supporter’s van in the parking lot with a high quality paint job with the candidate’s slogans, logos, and taglines.
Anyways, towards the end of my four-hour route going door-to-door, I overheard a woman sitting the fron porch of her apartment, complaining to someone on the phone about her son’s credit card company who had suddenly raised their rates. I thought that this was the ultimate fortuitious situation, given my presence with a knowledge of credit card debt and my long day of making the case for my candidate. When I approached her she was still on the phone so I just pointed at my campaign material and smiled. But I didn’t get the reception I’d hoped for: she pointed out the sign down in the courtyard that said no solicitors and told me to get out before someone called management. Oh well.
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