I had a You’ve Got Mail moment today — you know the scene when Meg Ryan is complaining that she can’t think of the perfect comeback until it’s too late? And Tom Hanks warns her, “when you finally have the pleasure of saying the thing you mean to say at the moment you mean to say it, remorse inevitably follows.”
Well, God protected me from that remorse today. I was standing with a student and a professor passed by and asked me why my prediction didn’t come true. I groaned and he kind of laughed sadly and walked away.
The student asked what my prediction had been. I knew the student was an Obama supporter, so I just kind of mumbled that I had thought Romney would win in a landslide.
He made a noise between a scoff and a laugh. “Really? What made you say that?”
I don’t even remember exactly what I said, but I quickly made my exit.
Tonight while brushing my teeth, I replayed the scene in my head. Only in my head, I answered, “Because I had misplaced optimism that the American people would be above voting with their carnal desires.” Other variations through the course of the evening included, “…wouldn’t re-elect someone who’s bad at their job,” and “…wouldn’t vote for someone who was intent on disassembling the Constitution.”
But I think the real winner is, “Because I thought the American people were smarter than that.”
Alas, none of that came.
And maybe it’s for the best.