Political Dirty Laundry

I voted today in my old Junior High, which hasn’t been a Junior High in a very long time.  As I stood in the long line in the hallway, it occurred to me that the rack of lockers there have not been used as lockers in, perhaps decades.

So, I opened the nearest locker, and what to my wondering eyes should appear?

A pair of gym shorts.

That is not the needle I was looking for in the locker haystack.