I like her style:
I always dress up to go to the polls. I pull up to the door in my (ten-year-old) Infiniti, carrying my Coach bag and wearing my best jewelry, and it works every time: The Republican committeeman always assumes I’m one of his.More at link.
He approaches me with a broad smile, hand outstretched with literature.
“Oh no,” I say, waving him off. “I won’t vote for the torture party.”