JayGun, *the* Pinko Commie Liberal your parents warned you about, +my friend+her husband+her daughter from her first marriage+her parents and sister+a large group of regulars at the Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW) Hall in BFE TX.
Me (to her dad): "How's retired life treating you?"
Him: "Well, it'd be alot better if we didn't have that effing *expletive deleted* Fascist for a president."
Me: "Humm. . . How's your health, then?"
Him: "Well, I've got the diabetes you know, and they're gonna take off part of my foot on Tuesday."
Me: "Jeez, Bob (not his real name)! No good at all!"
Him: "Well, it could be alot worse. . . if that effing *expletive deleted* Fascist gets his way, they'd let this foot rot off by itself!"
As the chat went on, I found myself saying that I preferred if we didn't discuss politics, and that I had no interest in discussing my political views in polite conversation. That didn't go over particularly well.
Him: "Don't tell me you voted for that *expletive deleted*!?!"
Me: ". . ."
...
some number of minutes later: the quilt was unveiled.
All the women oohed and ahhed.
All the men decided I was a homosexual and they didn't need to talk to me anymore.
GOOD TIMES! :jig: :cloud9:
Had I known the quilt would have such an effect, I would have unfurled it immediately upon entering the establishment and shouted in a sort of sin-song voice "Hey! Here's the quilt I made! Isn't it precious!"
Oh well. Lesson learned.
