A few weeks ago, I said to Gary, "You know what's weird about this election? I haven't seen a single Trump or Hillary yard sign."
But what Gary heard was, "We have to to put a Hillary 2016 sign in our front yard!"
I don't want that yard sign. I'm not a yard sign kind of gal. I was, for one term, an Obama bumper sticker kind of gal, but yard signs are a different animal. First, they're far more unsightly than a bumper sticker. I don't like things sticking up out of the yard. I don't like the advertisements the yard maintenance people stick I the yard, and those are diminutive compared to a yard sign.
So, first, Ugly, and then second, Futile. No one ever drove past a yard sign and changed their vote for president.
And third, of course, is that on my working class street I could just as well put up a sign that says Egg My House. They'd appreciate it as much as I'd like seeing a Trump sign in their yards, and if I put this Hillary sign out a Trump sign would sprout up for checks and balances.
Gary is so deeply in the tank for Hillary I know he's disappointed. He sees it as some type of mezuzah, I'm sure. I don't care. Good fences make good neighbors, and yard signs do not.
I personally want to take it and sneak it into the yard of either the friend who hates Hillary so much she's voting for a Trump, or the friend who hates Trump so much she's voting for Johnson.
UPDATE: while I was very firm in my objection, Gary decided to compromise and put out "only one" of the two signs he bought. If we disappear blame the neighbors.