A gleeful, far-right conservative and a glum, bleeding-heart liberal walk into a coffee shop… Sounds like a set-up for a joke, right? But it was no joke when I made a bet with someone I hadn’t seen in years over who’d win the most recent presidential election. If his candidate won (a candidate I couldn’t stand, whose campaign promises made me angry and afraid), I’d pony up and buy him breakfast at the café of his choice. But if my smart and oh-so-capable candidate prevailed, he’d be the one paying for my bacon and eggs. Confident in the obvious superiority