"Oh, for the love of Sergeant JimJam and his all Jude ukulele band!"
Rolling my eyes dramatically, I glanced around at my audience for sympathy and humorous support and was distressed to see only startled, deer-in-the-headlights expressions on every face. I immediately reassembled my features to project rueful embarrassment. "Oh, please excuse me! My ashamed apologies! I've spent the past three evenings coaching my daughter in her lines for the school play." The tension level in the pub dropped instantly, with many patrons eager to buy me a drink in gratitude for my not being insane. Or something worse.

Damn.
Now I knew where I was, but it wasn't good.
I was among The People Who Don't Get It.

Oh what a great day to hang out with moveon people in front of both US Senators from Cow Hampshire. Just over a dozen tuned in people, mad about the gop's Big Oil give aways. Been a while since being with in person concerned people... Signs and all.