Older Man- Ain't you glad that you didn't vote for him?
TSD- Well, I actually voted for Bill Clinton two times.
Older Man- The hell you say!
TSD- No, I voted for him and really glad that I did.
Older Man- mumbling obscenities......you, you... you draft dodger!
TSD- No, I never dodged a draft, I'm just a Democrat.
White Lady working behind the reception desk- Well I agree with the Older Man, why would anyone vote for a Democrat?
African American Lady sitting near us- I'm with the man who voted for Clinton and he's a great man.
TSD- Thanks, you know it's just a matter of opinion and everyone has a right to their own.
At this point, my brother came by and asked what was going on and what the ruckus was about? The waiting area had divided into two groups and was getting very agitated. I decided to leave before a full blown riot broke out. As I left, I turned to the Older Man and said, you have a nice day now and this was roughly equivalent to handing him a grenade as he went into a ballistic fit. Although this was a short happening, it changed my life and made me chose a side in the Southern political fight. This wasn't a war that I had asked for but it became really obvious that it was either learn to fight back or be beaten down politically. Watch for more conversations with conservatives to be posted in the coming weeks.
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