I have seen what those awful candidates do to you, the upstanding, law-abiding college students. I feel your pain. Their posters and fliers are everywhere, as if you had forgotten who was running for the office between your trip from your wing of your dorm to the lobby. You can't escape even if you want to. Knock, knock, knock .
Somebody's at the door.
Oh, joy, it's another petitioner looking for your John Hancock to scribble down for the fifth time that day. You don't even ask who's running. You just sign the paper. Let's say you're heading to Marriott. At that moment, you're most concerned with whether they're going to be serving that Mongolian beef concoction again, but you can't dwell on that.