So you are home for the summer, pretty bored, counting down the days until you return to your beloved college campus. Some serious self-wallowing has ensued.
And it has finally happened, your friend has called your bluff on all of your excuses and is dragging you to meet one of her friends from school. You really did try to resist but she was not having it…
You order a venti grande caramel macchiato (Because you like to live a little) and saddle up for an hour of inside stories and annoying antics
You zone out (as expected) and the faint noise of a comment pulls you back in, “Hillary is just so relatable, she just gets women.”
She starts going on about her twitter bio and even takes the time to pull it up for reference. “Hair icon, pantsuit aficionado. Do you SEE what I mean? And how great of a First Man would Bill be?” she says.
You shoot your best friend a look. IS SHE SERIOUS? DID SHE THINK I WOULD JUST NOT SAY ANYTHING AT ALL.
You try your hardest to bite you tongue, but you ask, “Wow I didn’t realize you were such a Hillary fan, do you think she will get the nomination from the Democratic Party?” But right now, all you are thinking is:
“It’s not that I want her to get the nomination, I KNOW she will get the nomination. Between her support from women voters and minorities she is a landslide candidate,” She goes on. You wonder if in their head they are like:
Once again, you feel the need to interject and point out how the party consistently supports handouts and go as far to point out a recent quote from her where she said “We need new ideas… One that I will believe in and will fight for is profit sharing.”
Your friend shoots you a look to “chill” so you sit there quietly sipping your drink waiting for the torture to end as she still sits there lovin’ on Hillz: