Kay Bailey Hutchinson on Sarah Palin: “I don’t know too much about her, but maybe that’s the good news.”
Hutchinson’s name had been kicked around in the talks about McCain’s possible running mate, and she’s said to be privately miffed at the selection of Sarah Palin, but she’s a good sport in public. She might as well be. There’s no point sulking in public when your man dumps you for a younger woman; just ask Carol McCain.
I’ve got to admit, I don’t know much about Sarah Palin. I mean, Governor of Alaska; who keeps up with that? There are more people in Indianapolis than in Alaska. Not the Indy metro area, mind you; the city of Indianapolis proper.
So, I’m a little in the dark about Sarah Palin. (I mean apart from her being Miss Congeniality and Mayor of Wasilla.) I’ve formed an impression of her already, though. I think I’ve met this woman before.
I can’t be sure, but I think this is the cheerleader who “accidentally” tells on the girl she saw smoking out behind the gym.
The woman in your neighborhood who sells Tupperware and Avon, and drops by unexpectedly just to chat.
The woman at your job who invites you to her church, and comes by your desk every week or two with a big manila envelope, saying everybody’s chipping in five dollars for a gift for Boss’s Day or for Shirley’s daughter’s baby shower.
The woman who says, “If we all came in a half hour earlier, we could have a staff meeting every morning!”
The woman who runs into you at the grocery and introduces you to another shopper as “one of my dearest friends,” even though you’re not sure what her last name is.
The woman who spends forty-five minutes telling you about all the factors she considered when deciding which church camp to send her children to.
The woman who sends out misspelled memos urging employees to “Give 120%!!!”
The woman who is so unfailingly enthusiastic, so relentlessly nice, that you feel a little guilty for loathing her with every fiber of your being.
Or maybe not. But that first impression is pretty strong.
