An Obama supporter came to the door at my house looking for me. Twice. This woman drove to my house twice with my name and address on a clipboard to ask me who I was supporting for president. I said, Voting is like going to confession, what happens behind that curtain is between me and God. And she comes back with, so are you undecided? And I said, No, I know who I am voting for. Then she goes, So I should put you down as refused? Well, yeah.
Idiot people. On top of it, she stirred up the dogs when she rang the bell. For that alone, I wanted to tell her off.
You should have looked at her with a vacant stare and said in a monotone voice, “of course I will be voting for Dear Leader, Barack Obama”. Then form an “O” with your hands and shut your door.