A few weeks ago, I started knocking on doors in connection with my campaign for Lt. Governor. It was going very well. Lots of people recognized me and were very supportive of my campaign, others who didn’t were very receptive to what I had to say. Then came my arch-foe: daylight savings time. Since I don’t start knocking on doors until I am done with my work day, and since that now roughly coincides with the state being plunged into darkness, I can no longer knock on people’s doors without them thinking that it is either a SWAT team or wayward trick or treaters.
Possible solutions:
1. Have myself followed by adoring volunteers who bathe me in floodlights when I knock on doors. Pursuant to admonitions from candidates for Governor, floodlights should be lit with energy conserving bulbs.
2. Stand on well-lit street corners and proselytize.
3. Go home and make phone calls while boys scream like lunatics in the background.
So far I am going with #3.
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