"What's with the yard sign?" she asked. "The neighbors have sort of been talking..." 
 
I told her that I thought it was time to get involved in the process. 
 
"Right," she said slowly. "But your sign is from last year's gubernatorial race." 
 
"I know," I engaged. "And?" 
 
"And your guy lost," she added, somewhat distressed and looking at me with only one eye by that point. 
 
"Well then there you have it," I conceded. "I've managed to place the only meaningless yard sign that you'll ever see. You're welcome."