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. â€œCan I interest you in the chicken?â€ she asks. â€œOr would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?â€
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.