Usually I stay away from mentioning politics, especially my own, on the Straight Dope. This anecdote is not designed to foment any nastiness or arguments. Just telling it like it was from the perspective of a Crabby Republican Broad. What happened wasn’t very dramatic but my blood pressure shoots up just thinking about it.
I need to let it go.
I’m line at the Seven-11 on Joppa Road in Towson by the RCM&D Building. It’s like 9 in the morning and I want my coffee. I’m the only one at the counter and just as I’m ready to pay, this dude comes up behind me and REACHES ACROSS ME LIKE I’M NOT EVEN THERE and puts his newspaper down. Furthermore, the poor misguided woman behind the counter starts to flutter and gush and WAITS ON HIM FIRST.
“That’s Martin O’Malley! Let him go first!” She says as he REACHES OVER ME AGAIN and hands her the money.
“Oh, really?” I say, knowing he’s still behind me. “So I guess I’ll just get out of his way, because, you know, he’s in such a hurry and, like, SO MUCH more important. I wouldn’t vote for him in a million years.”
Mr. O’Malley didn’t say anything because, you know, the opinion of one Ehrlich supporter wasn’t going to matter, but I was satisfied to turn around and receive an annoyed look. Yeah, you heard me, you SOB. I know you did. I didn’t say that part out loud.
And bleah, like he really cared.
Still steaming, I went home that afternoon and called his campaign headquarters and told them I thought Martin O’Malley was a disgusting creep (careful to use the phrase “I think” because then it’s not slander or something… remember, Martin’s a lawyer…) and I’d never vote for him in a million years. Obviously I liked to say the part about the million years.
Now this is what I know:
I’m childish. I have anger issues. Mr. O’Malley really couldn’t have cared less. What I said had no effect on the results of the gubernatoral election.
But I did it anyway.
So… maybe it’s not so much that Mr. O’Malley and I don’t get along, but that I don’t get along with him. Soon I’ll be lobbying for the local chapter of a national mental health advocacy organization in Annapolis. I know the Governor won’t remember me. In this case that is good.
Clean slate. I’m going to hold my temper and be nice to Mr. O’Malley and his friends because I am absolutely capable of putting personal feelings aside in a professional setting. For the greater good. To help many.
To keep from ending up on the evening news because I threw a pie at the governor. That’d make a dandy statement for mental health advocacy.