Leaving my polling location, and a stranger stopped to tell me that he voted for me.
I told him I wasn’t on the ballot and that a write-in was impossible since he didn’t know my name.
He told me that I was “dead wrong” and that intellectuals like me would be making a comeback this election.
I asked him why he thought I was an intellectual and why he thought I was worth voting for.
His answer to both questions: “the glasses, obviously.”