The doorman gives me a piece of his mind.
This is the fifth morning I’ve attended the state caucus meeting of the NEA RA.
I’ve been commuting from home. I valet my car at the hotel and I’ve gotten to know the doorman pretty well.
“What the hell did you guys do yesterday,” he says to me?
“What do you mean?”
“That Obama vote. Don’t you guys know? The Republicans hate unions and the Democrats take you for granted.”
“Where were you yesterday? I could have used you on the floor yesterday.”
“Oh no! You didn’t want me up there. I would off…” And his voice trailed off.
