“What was he convicted of?” someone asked.
“He had tattoos on his body,” she replied triumphantly.
“Hey, smartass!” shouted a woman in her sixties, jumping to her feet. “You want to see my tattoo?”
“Lady,” the Trump supporter said. “You don’t know what a tattoo is.”
“Yes I do, I’ve got one!” the woman shouted, tapping her chest.
The Trump supporter dismissed her with a wave of one hand. “I’ve had enough of you Democrats,” she said.
EDIT: As fate would have it…
I just got back from a PT appointment.
… The driver (local charity service for the broken and broke)…
Yep. She was from Iowa.
We got to talkin’, I told her about my (former, before being goddamned maimed) line of work.
I had to… spend most of the conversation explaining that software development… and IT… generally refer to completely different things and require significantly different skill sets.
But uh, she was very cheerful and upbeat, with meaningless folksy aphorisms applied wildly out of context, to go along with a bafflingly out of touch assesment of how easy it will be for such a bright young man to find a job. (I am 35.)
… What a world.