Political table set out on the sidewalk at the public entrance of a US Post Office displays a poster of President Obama with a Hitlerian mustache. Plenty of leaflets.
Young woman, 'co-manning' the table, smiles a sweet smile and flaps a short 'hi' wave at me as I enter. I pass on.
As I leave, I try to avoid eye contact, but I notice a conversation has been started between the other political operative and a woman, suburban middle class, white, maybe in her late 40s, who had dropped off her mail.
She's smiling, and she's already said something.
Now I hear what she says, smiling, twice: Do I look like white trash? (pause) Do I look like white trash?