If you’re like 81.4 million other Americans, you took in last night’s debate between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump.

If you’re like most of my facebook friends, you posted about it online. I’m sure each of you who posted, “So, who do you think won the debate?” thought you were the only one who wrote that.

“[My favored candidate] is really making this about the issues tonight!” was another popular one. In one case, I think an associate even used the phrase “my favored candidate.”

I, meanwhile, was on a group text with several other poindexters.

“Oh!” we wondered. “What will be this year’s, ‘Senator, you’re no Jack Kennedy‘?!”

The debate certainly wasn’t boring, but one of the things that happened after the debate caught my eye:

Look at all these placards!

I’ve covered a couple of presidential forums this year:

One was at Prestonwood Baptist Church in Plano. That was a more laid back set-up. Each candidate would sit on stage (“altar” seems like it’d be a weird term to use in this situation) and then talk to media in a small room nearby.

That one sticks out because when Mike Huckabee walked into the media room, he shook everyone’s hand on one side of the room, walked up to the podium, saw one other reporter and me standing on the other side and confidently strode up to us to make sure he shook our hands as well.

The Houston debate wasn’t at a church, but it did have better food. I did have a problem with the popcorn, though. Reporters gathered in the same room there and google provided the snacks (or “fix-ins,” if you will).

On one shelf sat “Houston Style Popcorn.”

I asked around. None of the other reporters knew what “Houston Style Popcorn” was.

So that bag sat there. And sat there.

The “Cookies n Cream” popcorn flew off the shelves. I assume. I stopped paying attention after I secured a bag for myself.

In conclusion, here’s the sitcom: a billionaire Republican and a bureaucratic Democrat move in together. No, wait, they get appointed to run different wings of the same hospital.

And the hospital administrator is Andy Griffith. And every episode ends with him putting his head in his hands in an exasperated manner. I’ll be waiting for your call, Les Moonves.

Also, I’m now accepting applications for someone to follow me around with a “Scaia” placard.