Sunday afternoon Jay and I were sitting in the office and we heard a knock on the door. Given that hardly anybody just “drops by” apartment seeing as you need to be buzzed into the building, Jay and I shot each other a puzzled look.
The two of us had slept in that day and even though it was past 2:00, we were sill in our PJs. I was a little hesitant to go answer the door in my crazy-bed-hair state, but curiosity got the best of me. So, I headed down. As I got to the stair well, I called out “Hello?” before I opened the door. (It would be nice if we had a peephole.) A young woman’s voice returned and said. “Hi, I’m Allie* [see note below] and I’m with the Massachusetts Democratic Party” This was my first time getting a visit from the get-out-the-vote machine since college. The door swung open: suddenly I didn’t care I a looked like a hot mess. Continue reading