Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Seen on the Purple Line to Linden at about 9 a.m.
On the morning after the election, most Chicagoans awoke with a satisfied smile on their lips. Not Calvin, though. Calvin didn’t really consider himself a Chicagoan anyway—why would he want to align himself with that dirty, cold, corrupt city? No, Calvin was merely staying here for college. DePaul may have given him a good scholarship, but he was still a Kentucky boy through and through. And Kentucky boys voted for Romney.
Now that President Obama had been re-elected, Calvin felt like the whole world was covered in a sort of sticky yellow socialist film. Everything about his morning commute irritated him. The seats on the L were too hard. (With Republicans in power, we’d all be able to afford nice cars!) The graffiti on the buildings outside his window seemed more garish than ever. (Conservative leaders would never allow such wanton destruction of property!) His fellow commuters seemed so calm and sleepy. (Damn liberals! Just wait until the country collapses around them!)
Disgusted, Calvin buried his head in a copy of Atlas Shrugged.
After I finished writing this story, I noticed that the thick tome "Calvin" was reading was actually George R. R. Martin's A Storm of Swords. I really have to get back to those soon...
Sorry for the little break I took! Monday I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open--daylight savings messed me up. Work was hellish that day. And yesterday was Election Day, of course! I'm so glad President Obama was re-elected! No matter what your political beliefs, thank you for voting. It's so important.