I've been giving money to the Obama campaign on a fairly steady basis over the past year or so, and occasionally get some swag in return. I have a special limited edition Barack and Michelle "terrorist fist bump" pin that I've never worn, at least 1 other button, and 4 shirts.
Not being a fightin' man, I've largely kept the shirts in a drawer so as not to get my prodigious ass kicked.
Instead, I've been making Voter ID calls. With the phone set on anonymous of course.
But this week I decided if I'm ever going to take the shirts out for a test drive, now's the time.
Monday
I start out strong with my special limited edition (or so the fund raising email said) Obama Biden shirt. I ask a co-worker if they think it's OK to wear the shirt at work. "I think you'll find you're in good company around here" she said.
Someone comes up to me in the hall and says I'd better not wear this shirt to the polls. I told him I early voted. He is pleased.
Tuesday
Working from home. No shirt. Am however wearing pants.
Wednesday
Today it's a Big O with "Obama '08," but no Biden. A project manager comments that this is my second shirt. "There's 2 more where this came from." I said. "Nice job!" she said. "I only have 1."
Thursday
Now I just have a big O. The guy at the liquor store comments on it. When I tell him I'm going home to make more Obama calls, he shakes my hand.
Friday
Am reduced to a little O, but get the "Obama '08" back. Somehow it's not the same once you've worn the big O. But I try to stay positive. The cashier at the drug store sees my shirt and comments that this is the first election where he can vote. "Have you made your decision yet?" I ask. He points at my shirt and says "I don't want a president Palin."
Tonight I'm handing out Rice Krispies Treats with an Obama Biden sticker stapled to each wrapper.
I hope none of the ghouls and goblins kick my ass.