first Sunday in a post-constitutional America (with mandate)
pw wife: “I think I’m going to pick up breakfast burritos. You want anything?”
me: “Yes. While you’re there, immersed in the Latino culture made manifest in the restaurant’s simple, rustic decor and the romantic smells of mole sauce and hard hairnetted work, make sure you mention to the counter girl that of course you would support amnesty and comprehensive immigration reform, and note offhandedly that Marco Rubio, who spoke at the GOP convention, is your most favorite politician — except for the fact that he’s a Republican, which unfortunately is a deal breaker. Also, ask if she knows anybody who does roofing work for cash.
“If she doesn’t throw in some free guacamole and chips, we’ll have had what in the business is called a ‘teachable moment’.”
pw wife: …
pw wife: “So that’s a ‘no,’ then…?”