I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the
aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I
interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the
platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
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Humorist David Sedaris--who claims his mother took him to vote when he was 11--examines "Undecideds" in the US election in the New Yorker.
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