Not a Drop to Flush

O-bama, your campaign is so good to me.  A handshake, fluffernutter sandwich and a toilet story.  That almost makes us even.  At the Salem high school on Sunday, the restroom, much like the rest of the school and state, was crowded with supporters.  For the most part, ladies filed in and out of the stalls in a quick, efficient pace.  But then there were those that didn't play by the rules.  Like one woman who left her stall unflushed.  The lady behind her kindly asked her to please flush it.  But was told coldly that no, she will not flush her toilet, as if toilet flushing was akin to puppy-punching (much more personal than puppy-kicking and thus requiring a more calloused heart).  The woman said she did not want to waste water and then walked away with disdain for the rest of us earth killers.

Bystander: Did she wash her hands?  Or does she not do that, either?

Seames (scoffing in a tone that hilariously makes her sound like the old-time Mainer that she is and not the civic-minded do-good-administrator at a small liberal arts college in Maine that she also is): Hippies.  That's the kind of crowd he draws.