So there’s this woman, Sarah, who delivers packages to my office every morning. We’ve always been friendly—like, coffee-and-chat-about-the-weather friendly. She’s been a hardcore Trump fan since forever, but not the screaming-on-Facebook type. More like the "I just think he tells it like it is!" kind.
Then COVID hit. She refused the vaccine, went full "ivermectin cured my cousin!" mode, and you better believe I heard ALL about it. I didn’t argue much—just said, "Huh, weird, my vaccinated ass recovered in three days with just tea and naps." But whatever, live and let live, right?
Then yesterday.
She shows up looking exhausted. Turns out her hours got cut—"Nobody’s spending money anymore!"—and her husband’s construction business is "dead, just dead." Meanwhile, I’m over here like: "Girl, my grocery bill is a horror movie, my kid’s teacher quit because nobody can afford to live here, and I had to wait FOUR HOURS at the ER last week because they’re so understaffed!"
And then—I swear to God—she drops this bomb: "…Maybe we were wrong about all of it."
I didn’t dance. I didn’t scream "I TOLD YOU SO!" (even though my soul did a backflip). I just sighed and said, "Yeah. Maybe it’s time to vote like our lives depend on it next time."
Originally Posted By u/EveningAwarenessMila At 2025-04-12 01:11:52 PM | Source
Bold of her to assume there'll be a "next time" we can vote.