I said, "Mrs. X, are you a democrat?" She said, "Yes." I said, "You're wasting your time with me, you're not getting my vote. No, son, you can't have one of her balloons."
And I walked away. A friend thought I had been mean, and that she seemed like a perfectly nice lady. I told my friend that I don't know the first thing about Mrs. X except the company she keeps, and that tells me plenty.
By the way, the local Republican candidates were greatly amused, and my son walked off with all the balloons he could carry and not float away.