I couldn't decide where to put this, so here it is:
Yesterday I bought something very large that came in a very large (about the size of a clothes washing machine) sturdy cardboard box.
I thought to myself "Wow, this box would make a perfect playhouse for some smaller children." Having many fond memories of making and decorating cardboard box playhouses for myself as a child and then for my own children (now much too bit to enjoy this type of thing), I set out to deliver the box to children of the right age.
The closest children I remember seeing of the right size for this were down at the end of the street in an apartment complex. They often ride bikes up and down the street. So I went to the complex to deliver it to the first batch of kids I saw. The first child I saw, who was on a second story breezeway (I was on the ground) ran to get her siblings, who all looked excited, and then Mom appeared in the doorway. I asked if it was okay for me to leave the very big box there for her children to play . . . she said "No" two or three times, but she looked terrified of me. I was still on the ground a floor down from her and she was on a second story balcony looking absolutely scared out of her wits.
This was not at all what I was expecting. Trust me, there is nothing about my appearance that should invoke fear. I was wearing a pink sweater, jeans, and sandals . . . definitely not my most terrifying attire. Unless you are an immigrant, I guess, and especially an immigrant with small children. Wow. Confused, I pulled the box down to the end of the courtyard and just left it there under a tree. I drive right by there daily, and when I drove back by on my way home a couple of hours later it was gone . . . I hope the kids got it.
The result of a full trump Presidency?