I parked, walked to the front of one of my favorite local restaurants and there, in front of its sign, was a McCain Palin yard sign. What was I to do?
To make matters worse, the McCain/Palin yard sign was in front of a favorite Indian restaurant I'd invited a liberal friend from high school to have lunch at.
"Oh sh*t. Why'd they do that?" I thought to myself, thinking I wouldn't want to eat there anymore. And I love Indian food.
And I worried that my friend, who'd told me Indian food was among his favorites, might not want to eat there.
So I, steeled myself, went inside and asked the man behind the cash register, What's with the McCain sign? Because I find it offensive."
He looked at the waiter who was also standing near the register, and said, "Did they put another one there?"
He explained, "This is, like, the tenth sign we've taken down. They keep putting them back up."
I raised my eyebrows and turned my head to one side, in curiosity.
"Yes. We have about ten signs down in the basement."
I smiled. I was feeling so much better. I've been coming to this restaurant, including its former location, for at least three years. I'd already started mourning my loss of it. This was good news.
"Can I take a picture of the signs? This is a fun story," I said.
We went down the basement where he kept the signs.
Afterwards we had a good conversation on McCain and Obama.
The moral of the story:
-if you see McCain signs, don't assume the people behind the signs put them up.
-go and ask, if it's an establishment you care about.