Anyway, something funny did happen early last evening. I was standing at the paint desk when this woman walked by. And she was wearing a Trump T-shirt. Now, this woman was in her mid to late 50's. She had her hair died coal black and was, what my Pa Dutch grandmother would have called 'struvelly,' which means it may have been brushed 2 or 3 days ago. When she walked, she moved one foot in front of the other foot, and not smoothly, like most people, rather she seemed to be relying on some little trigger mechanism firing in her brain going 'step... step... step.' And I thought to myself, "so, this is what a Trump supporter looks like up close and personal."
About 30 seconds after she had passed, Vinnie, who works in lumber, rushed up and asked "did you see the lady in the Trump shirt?" As I nodded, he continued "that's the first time I've ever seen one."
|This is the one she was wearing