Politics and patients don't mix

As I was in the process of peeling that last EKG sticker off, the gaunt and toothless man, who smiled all through the procedure, said, "So, you are going to vote for that little black man, Right?" His smile grew.

"You are talking about Obama, right?" I said.

"Yepper. I think he'll be a good man for that office. Don't you?"

I thought deep and hard for about three seconds. "I don't know I said."

I was not going to go there. I refuse to talk politics with any patient, especially one I don't know.