“I like your button”
Wearing a Bernie button is a kick and a half. It’s fun!! All kinds of people respond to it…most with joyful wide open grins, some with a more conspiratorial sly smile and a few are just matter of fact. With the realization that I don’t get around much anymore…and that this little town is a far cry from a populated metropolis, the numbers who remark positively amaze me. .
During yesterday’s outing to the bank (one of those in-store banks) the young bilingual Hispanic teller said: “I like your pin” (most people say button...so he was rather unique in that sense). I thanked him and we grinned in silent communication. I think he wanted to talk about it, but just then someone got in line behind me. His equally young coworker was also smiling, but I had the feeling she didn’t know who Bernie was. Maybe he will fill her in when there are no customers around.
The day before I picked up some papers from our town planning office and the young man there said: “I like your button”. We both smiled and then we finished our transaction.
Another young man at a farming/gardening supply center…said “I like your button” and then went on to talk about how he was educating his friends who didn’t know anything about Bernie.
When mailing a handful of Christmas cards a few weeks ago the PO clerk, an older sort of non-expressive man, surprised me by saying: “I like your button”. His mouth twitched a little as his eyes made contact. He didn’t really smile…but then the prospect of losing our postal service is rather grim. I think his union endorsed Bernie.
Multiple check-out clerks at grocery stores have also echoed that same refrain: “I like your button”.
And then one of the ladies who helps with meals at our senior center (I deliver meals on wheels and return the containers to the center) pulled me aside to say those oft heard words as she covertly whispered her enthusiasm…”I like your button”. Now she gives me a conspiratorial smile each week when I see her.
At a Democratic Holiday party when someone next to me started in on the inevitability of HRC…I quickly yanked my jacket from the back of my chair to show her my Bernie button. She looked shocked…she thought “everyone” was for Hillary and that Bernie was so far behind in the polls as to be a non-issue. She didn’t believe when I said I thought he was ahead in NH and closing in in Iowa. Not sure where she gets her info. I mentioned a few things about some differences betwixt them and noted that one women sitting across from us, who was listening intently, was bobbing her head in agreement.
And thus it goes…one button at a time. So don your buttons and bumper stickers and maybe be prepared with a one or two minute elevator speech, In fact if you have a good one...put it in the comments. I need one.