In late 2010, after dropping my seat in Congress, I used to be in a McDonald’s when a father and his younger son requested whether or not he might shake my hand. He stated he wished his son to fulfill “an trustworthy politician, who set a mannequin of public service.” Proper earlier than snapping the photograph of us, he stated, “I suppose I ought to inform you that I didn’t vote for you.” Once I requested why, he stated, “A vote for you is a vote for Nancy Pelosi, and that was by no means going to occur.”
