The doorbell rings. My wife answers the door. 90% of the time, it's a neighbor to see one of us. I don't hear the storm door open (either to let a neighbor in or my wife out), so I know we have some sort of solicitor at the door.
I come to the door to find some hippie college kid with a clipboard. He's trying to talk my wife into signing a petition asking our city council to pass a law mandating that all employers in town pay a "living wage".
I stay silent.
My wife doesn't.
She explains to him how such a thing would increase unemployment, how it pays people for more than they produce, how it overpays high school students, how it causes inflation, how it discourages people from seeking better employment...
And I just stand there and smile.
