I had to sign some paperwork with my local bank, and there was a new guy who waited on me. We got into a conversation about Trump. He told me his wife was an immigrant.
“I really hate him,” he said. “But my wife? Whew. I come home, it’s all she wants to talk about. I tell her I hate him, too. I just don’t want to talk about it all the time.”
He said she was ranting on Facebook all the time. I suggested that she locate her local Indivisible chapter and join up. “Action always helps,” I said.
His face lit up.