My Turtle Time was rudely interrupted yesterday.

I was hanging out with my bestie just watching the turtles swimming around in the pond by the Great Lawn in Central Park when an upper east side woman in nude color Alo leggings disrupted my morning.

One thing led to another and she started talking about how mean people are and that trump is the only person who can lead America because he is the only politician who truly loves America.

I was dumbfounded. I inquired as to what she thought about him besides his devotion to this country. I struggled to hold in my desire to laugh in her Botoxed face.

She actually said she did not like him, but hated Kamala more.

Despite my better judgment, I asked her what this hatred stemmed from.

Her deep seeded distain is provoked by Kamala’s giggle.

I asked her if a man’s laughter would turn her off.

With that she screamed at me and said she was leaving and that I was a communist.

Wow, I bid her a great day in my sweetest voice.

The experience cast a pale over my morning walk.

Then I thought what a joy it would be to have a happy, joyous, hopeful woman leading this country.

I personally love to laugh.

Screw all the miserable, ignorant idiots.

After the heart to heart with myself that woman was barely a blip on my radar screen and she looked naked running out of the Park screaming in those highly unattractive skin colored leggings…laughs on her (giggle, giggle?).

Please VOTE and choose joy and positivity.