Related story from the life of Bagster;
So the other night, me and my daughter-in-law to be (less than a month, she's so excited.) went out to Olive Garden. There were three young girls (20 something) sitting and waiting to be seated.
When I opened the door to walk in, they were chirping away to each other like young ladies will do.
They took one look at me and my BIGGO "TRUMP 2016" shirt and a pall fell over the lobby. Their conversation ceased, never to be restarted the entire time. One of the chicks put her head down and stared at the floor the whole time I was sitting across from her, not wanting to make eye contact.
The other two found something else to look at other than me (and I'm very good to look at.) So I sat there with a smile on my face trying to make eye contact with these wee Trump haters, but never did.
It was kinda' funny. Now I know what they must have felt like when Obama was President. Though if the roles were reversed, I'da struck up a convo.
They acted like the devil hisself had just walked in.
Bagster