For a few days in a row there have been rallies on a busy intersection a block away from my house. The rallies are regarding Prop 8, the one that keeps a marriage between a man and a woman. The strange thing is not the fact that people are rallying, it’s that the rally group alternates every day. One day it’s the folks for Prop 8, then the next day it’s the folks against Prop 8. As I drive by, I wave, regardless of who’s out there, but as I wave, I wonder: how did they coordinate what day they were supposed to be out there?
Did they all meet at the El Pollo Loco? Did they all get out their day planners and schedule their intersection rally time in between bites of their flautas? Afterwards did they go out back by the dumpsters and kick each other in the shins? These are things I need to know. Maybe I’ll ask next time I swing around the intersection. Oh, what if they were the same people, but with different signs and t-shirts? That would be so sneaky! Those sneaky folks. I need a flauta.