What does somebody look like who'd vote for that politician?
I had to find out. I sped up, but he slid through a yellow light, leaving me caught at the red. I couldn’t let him get away. I was on the hunt. I was a naturalist who’d lucked into a sighting of a species on the verge of extinction. The light turned green. I closed the gap. Doggone it. I couldn't see the driver over the top of his headrest. I maneuvered into the lane beside him, figuring I’d casually glance over through his passenger window.
Just as I pulled alongside, my viewpoint flew out of my head. It hovered outside my windshield, staring back at me. I was no longer Me, but rather She.
And She was the object of curiosity, a species on the verge of extinction. She was a weirdo with a bumper sticker supporting a left-wing fringe candidate.