Public transit in Seattle seems like public transit in most places these days: folks usually just sit there, quietly ignoring each other, fiddling with their phones. The social boundaries get a little more porous during sporting events, though. The apparel of fandom will often prompt short exchanges between strangers. One fan’s Mariners hat, for example, might prompt a person nearby to ask about the outcome of that day’s baseball game. I don’t follow many sports too closely, so it’s easy for me to root for the home team– I didn’t feel the need to shift any allegiances following the move to Seattle. So, if someone on the bus in a beat-up Seahawks hat asks me if I “voted for the Seahawks,” I’m going to say, “Sure did!”, and not bother to correct him and point out that one does not actually vote to determine the outcome of a football game.

I wasn’t quite close enough to the overheard conversation to hear what the precise exchange was following the Obama question, but it was only a few seconds later when the excited Seahawks fan, now transitioning into a more precarious and worrisome emotional state, exited the bus, and made his declaration back through the door, as quoted in the comic. I’m not sure whether he was being sarcastic or not, nor which politician he was talking about. Obama? Romney? The new mayor? Lyndon Larouche? Regardless, my advice is this: stick with sports, whether you follow them or not, because the conversation might veer off in a more argumentative direction if you let the other guy steer too much.