David Sedaris in the Shouts & Murmurs column of the New Yorker, entitled Undecided. On undecideds:
I look at these people and can’t quite believe that they exist. Are they professional actors? I wonder. Or are they simply laymen who want a lot of attention?
To put them in perspective, 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?â€
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
Sedaris on undecideds
David Sedaris in the Shouts & Murmurs column of the New Yorker, entitled Undecided. On undecideds:
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