Last night as I headed to the cash register at Gelson's, a middle-aged blond woman was in a tirade at the check-out stand.
"She's the Devil," she rasped to a thin fey man next to her in line.
I stopped and asked her dead-pan,
"Are you kibitzing about Sarah Palin?"
"Yes," she shouted gleefully in response.
"See, you didn't even have to reveal her name and I knew who you were talking about."
All the shoppers within earshot roared!
Although voters may be gushing over the VP hopeful in some republican quarters around the country- in this neck of the woods - Palin's pretty much a party joke.
Meanwhile, husband Tom is viewed somewhat tepidly.
Yeah, I know hubby's name is actually Todd.
In a post yesterday, I referred to him as Tom to subtly infer just how inconsequential he is, but the joke went over a few people's heads.
Voters just can't seem to remember what's-his-name.
Or, maybe they just can't be bothered making the effort?
However, Mr. Sarah did rankle a few jangled nerves, when it was learned that he often clicked open confidential e-mails meant for the salacious eyes of the Gov only.
Just stick to the Iron Man competition Tom - uh - Todd!
Or, whatever the strength endurance test is called up there in the great white north.
Most importantly, though, keep your hand out of the Government cookie jar.
Only one freeloader per household, got it?
Tipsy Todd toed Trooper's line...
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