SquintyPosted: March 27, 2016
“I think that Trump guy’s running for president,” Mom shouted out.
“Yup, he is,” I shouted back from the kitchen.
“So why did he decide to get in?” she called back.
I stopped cutting carrots for the turkey noodle soup I was making, wiped my hands on a towel, and walked into the living room. “Do you mean when did he decide to get in?” I asked.
“No, why did he decide to get in.”
“I guess because he thinks he can do a better job at being president than any of the other people who are running,” I said.
“Well why on earth would he think that?” she exclaimed. “He’s some kind of a TV guy, isn’t he?”
“Among other things, yes,” I replied. “He’s also a real estate mogul, an entrepreneur and a multi-millionaire.”
“So? None of that qualifies him to be president,” she huffed. “Besides, I don’t think he looks much like a president.”
“Oh? And what does a president look like?”
“Not like him. For one thing, his hair is really weird. I think he’s wearing a rug. A real president wouldn’t wear a rug.”
“Okay, weird hair. Is that it?”
“No. He’s got squinty eyes and his face is a funny color. Like he’s got on lady’s makeup or something.”
“I think it’s a spray tan,” I chuckled. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter because he’s leading in the polls and he already has the most delegates.”
“Well that just stupid. Who ever heard of a president with fake hair, fake skin and shifty, squinty eyes? I’m voting for the other guy.”
“And which guy is that?” I asked as I walked back to the kitchen.”
“The one with real hair, no makeup and opened up eyes, that’s who!”