Slay and Clay

I met the mayor the other night and my fly was open. In my defense I had to make sure that my son wasn't expose himself in public, and apparently I am only able to focus on one zipper per half hour. I'm not sure if he noticed. It is not like the mayor was checking me out. He busied himself with hand out plastic tokens to little kids and posing for pictures. He was at our neighborhood park to present a proclamation celebrating the areas centennial.

While shaking my hand he said, "Nice to see you again."

Of course I have only met him once before about four years ago during the Kerry campaign. I am relatively sure that he does not remember this meeting, so I am not quite sure what he was talking about. During the next 15 minutes or so he stiffly greeted people from the neighborhood. Like a tuxedo vote zombie. Though he was saying all of the right things, it was obvious that he was merely stumbling around groaning, "Vooootes, mooore voootes."

In contrast Rep. Clay was much more comfortable. He shook my hand as well (I'm sure my fly was still open) and proceeded to talk about the neighborhood. Granted, Clay used to live only a few blocks from the park and still had family in the area, but shouldn't the mayor be comfortable anywhere in his city.

Slay was dressed in a tux for some event he had to attend later and thus looked stiffer, but I don't think this was the only problem. I don't want to say that he was to elitist. I am a big fan of elitism, but when you are coming to a neighborhood block party you have to loosen up a little.

I don't know which candidate I would rather have a beer with, but I know who has a better time in the hood. And really I would have appreciated a heads up on the fly situation from either one. My vote will go to anyone that can discreetly tell me that the barn door is open.