Political courtship

A couple of days after Christmas, Blair Wilson, the Liberal candidate for my riding, came to our door. He introduced himself to my mother and asked her name, at which point she panicked, and shut the door in his face.

"What was your impression of him," I asked, "In the brief moments before you shooed him off?"

She pursed her lips. "Used car salesman."

We live in a very populous riding, though. If he means to personally visit every home in it, I'm pretty impressed.