Leaving San Francisco
On the Highway 101 to L.A.
We decided to leave San Francisco. First, because the Alcatraz tour was fully booked and we had no chance to do the “First class Alcatraz tour with tremedous stories”. And second, because we were desperate to spend some days at the beach. Malibu was the first thing that came to our tourist’s minds and – alea iacta est – the die is cast: L.A. we’re coming.
We checked out of the “Royal Pacific Motor Inn”, payed a horrendous bill, and left Chinatown San Francisco. We took the Highway 101 to Los Angeles and drove hour by hour through the big wide open.
We recognize: even in the benighted desert, in the last fast food restaurant before dead end, the political enthusiam was sensible. Every second car, we saw on the highway, at the parking lot has got an Obama sticker on the bumper. “Obama 08” or “Change we believe in”, totally unknown people, often with smiling faces, nodding and laughing, tell us for who they will vote in November.
But where are the McCain stickers? Where are the laughing faces of the people, the convinced ones, the McCain voters with the sticker on the bumper?
We found them. In the deep freezer of the “Ralph’s” supermarket. Fries and cut potatoes of the McCain Foods Limited, frozen French fries since 1957.Seems like Mr. McCain does not need a sticker invasion campaign like his opponent Mr. Obama.
On the Highway 101 to L.A.
We decided to leave San Francisco. First, because the Alcatraz tour was fully booked and we had no chance to do the “First class Alcatraz tour with tremedous stories”. And second, because we were desperate to spend some days at the beach. Malibu was the first thing that came to our tourist’s minds and – alea iacta est – the die is cast: L.A. we’re coming.
We checked out of the “Royal Pacific Motor Inn”, payed a horrendous bill, and left Chinatown San Francisco. We took the Highway 101 to Los Angeles and drove hour by hour through the big wide open.
We recognize: even in the benighted desert, in the last fast food restaurant before dead end, the political enthusiam was sensible. Every second car, we saw on the highway, at the parking lot has got an Obama sticker on the bumper. “Obama 08” or “Change we believe in”, totally unknown people, often with smiling faces, nodding and laughing, tell us for who they will vote in November.
But where are the McCain stickers? Where are the laughing faces of the people, the convinced ones, the McCain voters with the sticker on the bumper?
We found them. In the deep freezer of the “Ralph’s” supermarket. Fries and cut potatoes of the McCain Foods Limited, frozen French fries since 1957.Seems like Mr. McCain does not need a sticker invasion campaign like his opponent Mr. Obama.
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