Nicole Flusche at ALL reports the following exchange with a “Barista” at Starbucks:
Nicole: May I have a grande iced caramel mocha please?
Barista: Sure thing. Hey, is your husband the vanilla soy latte?
Nicole: Yes, why?Barista: No reason. It is just that he always comes in. I recognized your bumper stickers, but I have never seen you. Is he okay?
Nicole: He is fine, just has a lot of meetings today.
Barista: Hey, isn’t tomorrow National Pro-life T-shirt Day?
Nicole: Yes it is! (extremely shocked and a little nervous)
Barista: I am so excited! I cannot wait. (turns to whole Starbucks) Hey everyone, it is National Pro-life T-shirt Day tomorrow! Make sure you wear a pro-life shirt!
Nicole: You are so awesome!
It is amazing the responses one gets for bumper stickers. At Christmas time, we were parked outside a department store we don’t normally shop at, but we had a gift certificate. People walked by and stopped. They were puzzled by our “Abortion? The Supreme Court also legalized Slavery!” sticker.
One time last year, we were at Waffle House, and a guy walked in and laughed and said, “Let me guess! You guys are the Catholics with the minivan! Love your bumper stickers!”
A couple months before tat, a guy started honking at me on the road, and pulled up next to me at the stop light. I braced myself to hear I had a flat tire or something. “This Protestant agrees with you!” he yelled, and smiled. (Both obviously in response to “Real Catholics vote Pro-life”)
Then last summer we were at Fazoli’s. I rarely get intimidated in public with the kids, but when there’s a family with a father who looks really “tough”–military fathers in particular.
Well, we were at Fazoli’s, and on one side of the place was a military family–all the guys had crew cuts; father was all “spit and polish”; kids got scolded for the slightest noise or whatever. On the other side was a less “spit and polish” family, but the father was a big guy with a beard.
Anyway, the guy with the beard comes up to me at the soda fountain. “Excuse me,” he says, “I hope you don’t find this rude,” and I’m bracing myself for unsolicited advice on my kids. Then he finishes, “-But is that your minivan out there? I love your bumper stickers!”
Later that same dinner, Mary and I were talking about the then-open field in the Republican primary, and the guy mopping the floor said, “I’m voting for Brownback!”