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I've posted it before.
In 1996, I was at Oklahoma State University kicking around grad school. I was a member in a club that was in the homecoming parade, and early on homecoming morning, I went to find my bunch of people. There were about 140 entries in the parade, and we were all snaked around a neighborhood close to the parade start point, and we were number 98. Close to use was a College Democrats float so I went over to get a Clinton/Gore sticker.
Not 10 minutes later, Inhofe rides by on a horse. I wouldn't have given him a second glance if I hadn't seen the saddle blanket had his name on it. Suddenly, a little devil appeared on my shoulder and said, "You know what you've got to do." A little angel appeared on my other shoulder and said, "I'm with horn-boy... go for it."
I went up to the faculty sponsor of the club and said, "I'm going to get Jim Inhofe away from his bodyguards (also on horses) for an autograph and picture. While he's distracted writing his name, I'm going to put this Clinton/Gore sticker on his saddle blanket. Get that in the picture." She was all for it.
Alas, it almost worked perfectly except there was a kid waiting to hand me an Inhofe sticker, and I couldn't make a move under his watchful gaze. So after the autograph, picture, and handshake, I immediately went around to the other side of the horse and slapped it on the saddle blanket. I had hoped he would ride through the parade route stumping for Clinton on one side.
As I said, we were 98 out of 140 entries, and we didn't get going for another 45 minutes. Right when we set out, I saw Inhofe riding back with a pissed off look on his face. I hid on the far side of the truck that was part of our entry and peek through the cab windows at him. He was standing up in his saddle, pissed off, looking for me. I giggled through the whole parade.
It didn't end there.
Two years later, I moved to Tulsa, and a friend of mine and I went out to a club that was offering free Latin dance lessons for a live salsa band they were bringing in. One of the participants came up to me and said, "You look very familiar. I can't remember names, but I never forget a face." At the end of the lessons, she came up and asked, "Have you ever put a democratic sticker on a republican horse?" I said yes and asked if she had been at OSU in 1996. She said, "No. I just moved here a week ago from Florida. I remember seeing your picture in a paper there."
:)
TlalocW
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