It was the election for the European parliament last weekend. And of course prior to this event we had our share of political campaigning.
Which in Europe, or at least in France means on top of mailboxes full of dead trees, you have people in public places distributing the trees that did not died during the first mailing actions.
So picture this: I, my wife and our daughter are going to the market for a very brief stop to get fresh vegetables for lunch. Of course the place is filled with roaming agent supporting one candidate or another. But with my usual ways around people, I slalom easily around them, a simple eye contact or little finger nudges being enough to stop their efforts at serving me their tracks.
That is until one guy starts to insist… There is always one that thinks is smarter than the others, go figures… Anyway, neither my attempt to ignore him nor my little finger gesture stops his ardent political fever, so I have to use the voice, and simply say: “Sorry, not interested” (and automatically blame myself for the “sorry” part, since frankly I am not, and I don’t see why I’ll be sorry for him bothering me, but hey, old language habits die hard).
Anyway, the guy starts his pre-learnt speech: “It’s important, Europe is the reason why we are in such trouble…” Then, my wife tells him “Europe as nothing to do with that, Humanity is the real problem”. I am like - is she reading my mind or what? - But I can still manage to add “Yeah, it’s a question of vision, yours is too small…” And my wife to conclude “really not interested, we are misanthropes”. Then he stopped insisting.
Did I mention I love my wife? 
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