Tonight, I was startled by a frantic pounding on my door.
In robe and slippers I, grumbling about the time, went to see who it could be. And there they were. Fifty-five million of them, crowded around my home…
“Hi,” one said shyly, “we’re liberals. American liberals. Could we crash on your couch for the next two years?
“You’re American liberals?”
“And you want to crash here?”
“Like, all of you?”
“For two years? I mean, I feel bad for you and everything, but come on! My place is pretty small!”
A sheepish grin; “We brought beer?”