Undecided Voters

John Gru­ber, in Blaz­ing Fire­ball pointed out this hys­ter­i­cal pas­sage from a short essay by David Sedaris in the New Yorker Mag­a­zine (in their fea­ture, Shouts and Mur­murs — !) called sim­ply ‘Unde­cided’ and I had to quote it as well:

To put them in per­spec­tive, 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.