In one of many sure signs that I probably shouldn’t run for high profile office, I admit sheepishly that when first class postage stamp rates went up earlier this week, I couldn’t tell you what they were before and I couldn’t tell you what they are now. That’s partly my own disconnection, and partly due to the fact that I’ve been looking at things marked “Forever” for years now. At that point, it’s really kind of academic what the real rate is. The stamps are a sunk cost and they’ll keep on working, so what I paid to get them is pretty moot as long as my bills move to the processing center.
Still, if you want to make candidate Dave look out of touch, all you have to do is yell out “How much does a stamp cost?” at the press conference. However, my answer would probably be “I’ll stamp on you for free” so that probably dooms whatever run to failure before it begins. I think I’ll probably just start out spending that time with my family.