Today was a beautiful day, so I started out early. I figured people will be out, it's Saturday, great day to campaign. While Ginger and James headed off to my daughter's to enjoy a day at the zoo with the grand babies, I intended to head out with my stack of cards in hand.
Things were going well, even though many people did not seem to be home. But, I walked up to a home, the young mom was sitting on her steps, talking on the phone. Her mother came out, and as I was approaching, the young mom said, "Oh, shit!" within hearing distance of me. I stopped dead in my tracks, and said, "What? Did I do something?" At this time I held my card toward her mother, and explained who I was and what I was doing. The young mother quickly apologized, and said, "No. no. You didn't do anything. I thought you were one of those Jehovah's Witnesses -- with your dark pants, and white button down shirt!" We all laughed and I told her I definitely wasn't -- in fact, I have never seen one as old as me going door to door. Now, I don't have a problem with Jehova's Witnesses -- I do have one with "mistaken identity"! Oh, the joys of the open road!
The rest of the afternoon, I couldn't help but think - all those "empty homes" I had encountered -- were people really not home, or were they peeking out from behind the curtains and blinds thinking I was a Jehovah's Witness! Too funny. Ginger suggested that I exchange the white button down "Mitt Romney" attire with a priest collar. I might have better reception. I'm not so sure about that, either.
We ended the evening enjoying our front porch view of the world, kids playing pitch and basketball, riding 4 wheelers, and with great conversation with our wonderful neighbors across the street. (Shout out to Ashley and Greg!) We have to do that more often.
I may take it easy until after the Mardi Gras holidays. I have convinced myself that today families were out enjoying the parades (and going to zoos), so I'll get back in gear on Wednesday.