try herding kids, Governor. that's something that will challenge your temper, your vocabulary, and your faith in humanity. I took six of my kids on the bus once to get a heating voucher in the middle of winter. there was no one I could leave them with. I fumbled with a handful of change and balled up dollar bills -- exact change only, you know; public transportation hasn't made change for anyone since before peanut butter met jelly. the kids formed a swarm to take over all the empty seats, surging in like the tide at the Bay of Fundy. just as I lassoed one into a seat, another one would break loose and head for the tall timber. by the time we got to where we were going I had lost most of the utility bills I had to bring along to show to the clerk. they had been trampled underneath the stampede. she refused to give me a voucher.
now here's the strange thing; on the bus ride back home those same long horned kids were as sedate as granite. wouldn't move a muscle or let out a whine. I never could figure that out. if you can explain it to me, you certainly deserve to be Governor.
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