The Mousetrap

Yesterday there was a Bernie Sanders rally in Missoula. 

A few days before, a friend of a friend shared the event on Facebook. She invited all her friends, including the friend of mine she is a friend of. "I RSVP'd," she said. "I hope everyone can make it." 

"10 AM?" a young man replied.  "I doubt I'll make it. That's way too early for me."

"Dammit," someone else said, "I'll be working." To which the original poster replied, "Fuck that. Call off. Tell them you have to go to the doctor. Because you are feeling the Bern." 

 "The irony," a fourth party commented.

Indeed, I thought, the irony.

But what do I know? I don't technically have a real job anyway.