- I decided we would have an election for a class president.
The class had done a great job in their selections.
Both candidates were good kids.
I thought Jamie might have an advantage because he got lots of parental support.
I had never seen Olivia's mother.
The day arrived when they were to make their speeches Jamie went first. He had specific ideas about how to make our class a better place. He ended by promising to do his very best.
Everyone applauded.
He sat down and Olivia came to the podium.Her speech was concise. She said, "If you will vote for me, I will give you ice cream."
She sat down.
The class went wild.
"Yes! Yes! We want ice cream."
She surely would say more.
She did not have to.
A discussion followed.
- How did she plan to pay for the ice cream?
- She wasn't sure.
- Would her parents buy it or would the class pay for it?
- She didn't know.
- The class really didn't care.
- All they were thinking about was ice cream.
Jamie was forgotten.
Olivia won by a land slide.
- Every time most politicians open their mouths, they offer ice cream, and fifty percent of America reacts like nine-year-olds.
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