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.