"... he would have put you off the porch."

A lady, with hair bleached beyond recognition, long, dry, possibly a wig but I’m not sure. She comes to the door, this a suburban neighbourhood, kids playing on the street in the last light of the day. She’s white, looks like she’s had it tough, smokes a lot and would not be the one to vote for Obama.
I ask her if she’s decided who she’s voting for and she points towards my t-shirt.
“I’m voting for him,” she says, and she laughs.
“Good thing my husband weren’t here, he would have you put off the porch.”
She points across the road.
“That’s his mother’s house, she’s votin’ for Obama too,” her voice sounds like gravel. “He calls us stupid, and I say “allright, we’ll be stupid, but we ain’t voting for McCain.”