My wife is running for political office in a mostly unsophisticated Eastern Florida county and thus has been going to a lot of events. Usually, she likes to bring the kids (especially my daughter, who is cute), and I tag along, too.
The events range from clam bakes, to chicken BBQs, to Pinewood Derbies to 5k run/walks.
On Sunday, it was the annual Elks Lodge Lawn Mower Race. I long have admired my wife's ability to relate to the common man. She came from humble beginnings and somehow wriggled her way through a low-ranking college and a bottom-tier law school and has made a career for herself representing mostly petty criminals who pay in unmarked cash.
I'm an art professor at the local college and have been on the arts scene for two decades, mostly making a decent career out of my work. I just don't move as comfortably from event to event, including the Lawn Mower Race. She does, however, when it's beneficial to her, handle my arts events just as fluently as her blue-collar events.
"You came from a worse background than me," she mentioned caustically at the event as I was standing in the shade with our son, enjoying a ginger ale (and I did live in a trailer park for a short stint as a kid and was passed around a bit between relatives). "Why are you acting so high and mighty?"
Then my wife, who is four months pregnant (probably not my kid -- long story), stormed off and quickly put on her John Edwards smile, grabbing her fourth beer of the day, as a tatted-up guy named Dirty Earl helped her on to a souped-up Toro rider mower that was as loud as an avalanche. She proceeded to speed around the Elks' big lawn, with a beer in one hand, my daughter in her lap, waving and laughing as the 200 or so in attendance hooted and hollered. She almost hit another mower. My daughter looked terrified and ended up drenched with beer, but my wife just laughed and laughed.
She probably did earn all 200 of those votes that day with her antics. After she got off her mower, she said to me, "See, that's how it's done, there, Reality."
Should I worry that I'm too much of a snob in such situations?
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