Now, while I'm waiting for my chicken, it so happens I'm reading the New York Times, which for some reason flags me as a snob in this town. And it so happens that the front page has a photo of Hillary Clinton, and I am reading a story about her New Hampshire primary win.
So Biker Bob says to me, in a disarmingly friendly voice, "So, do you think Hillary will get the nomination?"
Says I, all sunny and bright and filled with love at the joy of the world as usual, "I dunno! Maybe!"
And Biker Bob says to me, in front of God and everybody: "Well, I guess I better break out my sniper rifle!"
His girlfriend/wife/common-law cousin erupts with laughter. This has been another installment of Life in These United States(c).