This actually happened months ago, but I keep forgetting to share it.
My cute little Honda Civic sports not one but two Hillary bumper stickers.
The other night (a few months ago), my neighbor e-mailed me this photo — on his walk home from the bus stop, he'd glanced toward my driveway and then did a double take. His comment: "You must have some interesting dinner-table conversations."
Some of my friends were outraged, which I get, but I honestly thought it was hilarious. I think someone slapped on the sticker when I was having dinner in Arlington Center.
And as I said: The Trump sticker peeled right off, leaving no trace whatsoever that he'd ever been anywhere near politics.
A good metaphor, I devoutly hope.
— Lady C