My boy and I were walking the dog in Wolfville. The weather was foul, an election was in the air. On the way home, we amused ourselves by counting signs. I counted the for sale signs, my boy counted the election signs, and the dog did what dogs do to the NDP signs.
By the time we got home, we were up to 9 for sale signs and 8 election signs. We concluded that while some people were overjoyed to have an election, a slim majority just wanted to "get the hell out of Dodge".
The next morning, I was awakened by a call from across the hall. Hey Dad, there is another sign. The dog found an NDP pamphlet and it's on my bed! That makes the score 9-9, Dad!
I started washing the blankets.