My congressman routinely sends out letters, hand-written with a Sharpie, on unlined paper in all caps about putting up a giant wall with armed guards across the entire Mexican border and other things I don't agree with.
I hate those letters. They get me all riled up. I occasionally write him back saying that the people would be better served if a giant wall with armed guards were build around his big fat head.
(Okay, so maybe I just imagine writing that. I actually don't even know how big his head is.)
So you can imagine how excited I was when Chiquita informed me that his office is IN THE BUILDING RIGHT NEXT TO OURS.
Because you know what this means, right? When I write to him I can just walk the letter over. And I'll bring a Bundt cake, because it's the neighborly thing to do. And we'll have a heart to heart about the important issues and he'll go back to Washington and vote like a reasonable human being and the world will be a better place.
Do not underestimate the power of the Bundt!