Snapping Green Beans with a Republican a fictional story about Mitt Romney
“No, Mr. Romney, for dinner there is no filet Mignon, we are having macaroni and cheese with chopped up franks.”
My husband and I are having Mitt Romney for dinner; we were one of the few he is visiting all over the United States to get-in-touch with the people. I was delighted when the fancy bus dropped off Mitt Romney (approved by all republicans).And when he was about to take that first step onto my little porch, I looked right into his eyes. Then it hit me, I really liked this man, and wanted to get to know him. There was a twinkle in his eyes that I liked immediately. And another idea came to me; it wasn’t his fault for saying blunders about the poor, he hasn’t walked in OUR shoes. Should we hold it against him if he not only struggled in life but did not pay the dues like most of us? I was always curious and actually the whole politics were always enigma, a mystery, plus I would rather watch the comedy The New Girl show instead of 2 or 3 Republicans trying to prove their point in prime time.
“Mitt, if we have enough milk and if I have and an egg, I will make us some cornbread”, I said to the tall Republican, he said that I could call him Mitt, so after that I told him he could call me Dee but then I had an idea, I needed a green veggie with the noodles, so I suggested to snap some green beans.
“Miss Dee just go about your normal activities, just act as though I am not here.” Mitt said.
“Uh…sure” I said.
So I asked him to reach for the bowls for the fresh green beans
since he is 6’2’’, he retrieved them quite nicely. Then I suggested that we go onto the front porch, the weather was so nice, with honeysuckle blooming in the air. In March the weather in Arkansas is unpredictable. We sat in the fishing chairs, the kind that fold up and can hold a soft drink in the right arm of it. It was awkward, with his legs all bent, but I sighed and went on snapping the beans. I tried to suppress a grin; the Republican on my porch was trying.
Relaxed and Talking
I explained how to take the ends off the green beans, put the ends in a bowl, and then put the middle in another bowl, that will be for your supper I told him. First he wanted to go drive around and ‘visit’ with all my neighbors, but the big bus was somewhere but we couldn’t see it. We could take my car but have you seen the prices on gasoline Mitt? Oh yeah the windows in your luxury bus were too dark. Well heck, you couldn’t see the prices from where you were sitting. My bad.
“Ah, the Country life” he said and sighed.
I just grinned a little. Then I got curious, that’s always dangerous for me.
“Can I ask you a question?” I asked glancing at the tall Republican in the blue fishing chair.
“Anything Dee” Mitt said.
“Have you EVER been poor Mr. Mitt Romney?” I asked the handsome man across from me without missing the beat of snapping beans with my nimble fingers and I could tell he felt awkward, (swallowing and sitting up straighter in the fishing chair). But wasn’t that the reason he was spending the afternoon with just plain folks like myself, to “Touch Base” with Americans, all kinds of People to Understand and Hear Us and Listen to our hearts and all of our ideas?
“If I am elected…” started Romney.
“No wait a minute, Mitt, have you ever been without any money? Or felt that white-hot terror feeling down deep in your gut that you don’t have enough money to turn your water back on, or your lights. And the thing is, you’re not worried about yourself, you’re scared to death for your babies. I have, and a lot of other people like me.
To have your boss tell hundreds of employees that because of Obama Care they will be cutting your hours….a lot. You are sad and upset until you go home and your husband got laid off from his job, which was like a domino effect, the neighbors worked there also, they also got laid off, the whole little cul-de-sac went ‘red alert’ as I remember calling it.
But guess what Mitt Romney? We all helped each other, when someone had too many loaves of day-old bread, (and as I was saying this, I wondered if he in his life ate day-old bread…that was mean, I apologize) they would go around and give the others some. We put in the freezer, and when someone had an over-abundance garden, they would share their wonderful vegetables. We survived, and we will always survive, I hope. That is one of the ingredients of this great American Glue; HOPE.”
Saying our Goodbyes
“Yes, I liked Mitt Romney.” I answered the News reporter. Then he asked if I was Republican.
“No, I am a Democrat. But I vote for the man.”
The cameras were flashing and trying to listen to the questions I felt was thrown at me. I couldn’t help but think of the last few moments of our time snapping green beans together on my porch. Because of our quiet neighborhood, I could hear the motor of the ‘Republican Greyhound’ start up, then his cell rang. He had to leave early. But I wanted to ask him one more question.
“How many green beans have you snapped?”
And with an almost sad look he showed me his ‘Bean Bowl’.
There were only a scant few.
“Now Mitt, you could have done better than that, when you snap green beans you have to focus. Those were YOUR green beans. I guess you weren’t hungry enough.”
But we had laughed a little over that, but I wasn’t going to tell the reporters that.
The tall and handsome man shook my hand saying his farewell and there was that twinkle.
“I’ll do better next time Dee.”