Primo: I talked to [former superintendent of the school board].
Me: Have I met her?
[I am discovering this is a Big Problem in politics. I am The Spouse. Like it or not, Primo is judged somewhat based on what people think about me. When I am with him, I need to be ultra charming and lovely and supportive and my house needs to be clean or else I am A Bitch Who Won't Bake Cookies or Keep a Clean House.
The only thing worse than A Bitch Who Won't Bake Cookies or Keep a Clean House?
A Bitch Who Won't Bake Cookies or Keep a Clean House and Who Does Not Remember My Name.
I have a really hard time remembering the names of all the political people I meet, especially because at almost any political event I attend, I am counting the minutes until I can leave.]
Primo: I don't know. Anyhow, I asked her about Not Running Again (NRA).
Me: And?
Primo: You know that little art festival in September?
Me: Yes.
Primo: She was volunteering at the ticket table and NRA walked up. He said, "I'm Not."
Me: That's all?
Primo: Yes. Just his first name. As if she should know who he is.
Me: Would she even have known him if he had given his full name?
Primo: I doubt it. She doesn't live in his district and the festival is in another district.
Me: What a jerk.
Primo: He was really annoyed that she didn't know who he is.
Me: He is a city councilman. In a small city. Even the people in his district don't know who he is!
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