Why it’s more fun to be me than to be around me [example 346.02]

(And let me assure you, it’s no day at the beach being me, either.)

Sometimes it’s the little things in life…

So we’re having an election tomorrow. No big deal, no celebrity politicians on the bill, mostly measures and propositions and other stuff that turns the paying-attention part of my brain to the “Off” position.

I’m driving through town this afternoon to pick The Boy up at daycare and one of the propositions has sign-bearers on literally every street corner. “No on P!” their giant signs exhort in big red block letters as their bearers attempt to engage passersby.

I didn’t bother to acquaint myself with the details but assume it deals with some NIMBY-type issue – a perhaps well-meaning idea that everybody thinks is great in theory but damned well doesn’t want in their own neighborhood.

I pull up to a curved-off right turn at a busy 4-way intersection. Red light. While I’m waiting for a break in traffic, the protest lady on the corner is waving her big “No on P!” sign and trying to catch my eye.

Since there’s no way to convincingly pretend I don’t see her, I roll down the passenger-side window, lean over, and with a perfectly innocent countenance ask — after a brief pause to make sure I have her undivided attention — “Where do you stand on poo?”

Some days, there is just nothing finer than a little well-placed potty-training humor.