A Canadian reached out to me through Facebook a couple of months ago. (She was my elementary and junior high school crush, before my family moved to another city in Canada after eighth grade. I’d never heard from her since.) We shared pleasantries about careers and family (including my 41-year marriage and her 37-year marriage), and I thought the conversation was done. I wasn’t going to say anything political, even though she had made a nasty comment about Trump.
A day or two later it must have grated on her that I didn’t support her anti-Trump remark, so she asked, “You’re not a Trump supporter, are you?”. I unloaded on her with both barrels, explaining the evils of the political establishment and listing Trump’s many accomplishments. At the end, she obviously wasn’t convinced, so I suggested we wait and see — who will last longer, Trudeau or Trump?
She was a big Trudeau supporter, and couldn’t imagine what would bring down his political career. Of course she thought Trump would be impeached “any day now”.
I wish I had placed a monetary bet with her.
If I were you and I ever got invited over to her house again, before I left I would sneak a dead fish under her couch or behind the drapes.
After a couple of days she might find it.
LOL.
My hubs is a bad influence on me.