Two Guys One Cup

On my first morning in Chicago, we headed to the 7-Eleven where I secured myself a Big Bite hotdog with all the trimmings for a mere $1.29. Breakfast sorted, my attention was turned to the day's local voting statistics, the popularity of each candidate helpfully illustrated via the medium of coffee cups.

The cups say one thing, but the numbers another. If I drank coffee and my opinion counted, I would have picked up a blue recepticle. Obviously. Also, I read in a magazine that if the dastardly double act that is Romney and Ryan get into the White House, all the kittens in the northern hemisphere will die. Or something to that effect.

Eff that.