I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. â€œCan I interest you in the chicken?â€ she asks. â€œOr would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?â€
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
Shouts & Murmurs: Undecided: Humor: The New Yorker
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Bwahahaha! It’s true… so so true. And to think my parents were undecided until a week ago.