A conversation was overheard outside of a coffee shop on a fall day. The woman speaking absently ripped up a paper cup as she spoke.
“Dad, I know you’re upset I broke up with Johnny, but can you name one thing that you liked about him other than his last name? I know—his last name is Gore. Our last name is Clinton. It was a Presidential ticket match. You know, I don’t even remember the Clinton-Gore Presidency.”
I agree, it would have been a great marriage of novelty gifts. Luckily, you didn’t buy anything… Wait. How much did you buy?”
Long-term, though, you want me to be happy, right? You’re not looking to just make a joke out of the person I end up marrying.”
Tim Kane? Who’s Tim Kane? He was Hillary’s vice-presidential running mate? I don’t remember him at all. No, I’m not going to look for someone with the last name of Kane… Maybe I should go find a Trump…”
That was a joke! No, we could not make that work. Put Mom on the phone.”