I was the only customer in the Truro Post Office when I pulled my mail out of our box and found it included a large rolled-up Manila envelope. I didn’t recognize the return address and, excited by the rarity of a package instead of junk, I decided to open it then and there.
As I tore into my parcel, another postal patron, a woman quite a bit my elder, entered and waited patiently for my unwrapping to conclude. What I pulled out was a hot-pink T-shirt emblazoned with the name of my state senator, Julian Cyr — swag in exchange for a campaign donation.
I held up the shirt for the woman to see. Her eyes widened and she exclaimed, “Well, isn’t that gay!” There was a pause. Then we looked at each other and both burst out into uncontrollable laughter. —Edouard Fontenot
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