Excercise in Hindsight

So...the Magical Regret Fairy comes to your bedside one night and says,
"You lucky shit-stick. I will grant you twenty four hours of your past to relive. You can enjoy a good time all over again, avoid a bad-time, or change an important decision; it's your call. You pick the time. Choose well, dumb-ass."
Then she disappears in a poof of Obsession, leaving a ticking clock floating in the air. You have two minutes to decide what 24-hour period of your life you want to revisit, relive, possibly change.
Think fast, spud.

Republicrats

So I thought I'd be the smart guy and get to the polls early...y'know, beat the rush. Yeah. Ten till six, still dark, and the high school parking lot was full and a line snaked about half a mile out past the football field.
Yes...me and about half of Suffolk, Virginia waited over three hours in the pissing down rain just to vote in this stupid ass election.
By the time we got actually into the building, we were no longer Republicans or Democrats. Nope, we were cold, wet, shivering bosom-buddies, sharing the pain to do our civic duty. It was kind of cool, actually. People sharing umbrellas, letting old folks cut in line, and mostly just talking about general shit. No animosity, no preaching, no real politicking.
Hope and change.
Politicians suck. I'll put my faith in people.
Plain old folks.