"Huh?" Matt, the campaign office manager, wearing his usual Poorpeople for President t-shirt, looks out the window, "After that big win yesterday, I thought we'd be flooded with volunteers. Looks like it's just you and me again today, Fran. I might have to start hiring a few people. We have lots of money at least."
"You can start by hiring me," Francine says, dressed in her usual jeans and t-shirt combo, but having "forgotten" for the second day in a row to wear the Poorpeople for President t-shirt Matt gave her the first day she volunteered, "I could use some money."
"But you're already working for free," Matt says, looking puzzled, "Why would I hire you?"
Francine rolls her eyes.
"Uh, just kidding, I guess," Matt says, "I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, how about getting rid of all these cardboard boxes now that we have all the campaign material out of them?"
He passes Francine a boxcutter.
"Do you want me to recycle them?"
Matt looks puzzled again, "Recycle them? This isn't Greenfuckingpeace. Just throw them in the dumpster."
He wanders into the back, and Francine starts using the boxcutter to cut tape and disassemble the boxes.
She's about halfway done flattening them, when Matt comes running into the room, flapping his arms, and squealing, "Frannie! You aren't going to believe this! Guess who's coming here? Right now!"
Francine shrugs, "The pizza delivery guy?"
"No! But maybe we can order some pizza and charge it to the campaign when he arrives . . . Senator Poorpeople!" Matt twirls in excitement, "There's a big snowstorm in Cincinnati and the plane was diverted here so he's stopping in for a visit. I'm so excited. I better go to the restroom."
Matt runs to the back. He leaves a little liquid trail. While he's gone, in the front door walks Senator Robert Poorpeople along with a posse of bodyguards, staffers, and journalists. Poorpeople spreads his arms wide, and says, "Look at this hardworking volunteer! My Buckeyes are excited to put me in the Oval Office!"
Francine's boxcutter is still open. It's surreal seeing the man on all the posters on the walls of the office suddenly standing right in front of her. She thinks about slashing Poorpeople like a cardboard box. She'd like to fold him up and throw him in the trash. She figures she can hit a jugular vein before they take her down.
"No," she thinks, "They'd just replace him with some other flunky. What's the use? It's the bad ideas and lies that have to be defeated and that's with better ideas and truths, and not with boxcutters."
Francine closes up the boxcutter, drops it on the pile of flattened boxes behind her, grits her teeth, and shakes Poorpeople's hand. "This is great!" Poorpeople says, "Look at her short hair, folks. Now, how can they still say gay people don't like me?!"
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