David Sedaris recently wrote a piece in The New Yorker called “Undecided”. As usual, it’s brilliant, and my favorite passage, laced with his signature brevity and depth, is below.
While commenting on the talking heads in television that claim to be unable to decide which candidate they like, Sedaris muses:
….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. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
I mean, really, what’s to be confused about?
Exactly.
Love me some David Sedaris! What a hoot!
Hope you’re doing well! Back from work hell and settling into a quiet time. (finally!)