It’s enough to be hit by politics left and right when I’m surfing the Web or watching Comedy Central, but really, do politics have to strike as I carry groceries?Last week I was on the final leg of my eight-block trek home from Breaux Mart. Lugging dinner with my left arm and tomorrow’s hangover with my right, I bumped into a woman by accident. She seized the opportunity.

Looking at me head on, staring me straight in the eyes, she forced a smile and then a pamphlet in my bag.

“I’m Judge Lynda Van Davis, and I’d love to have your vote.”And, like that, she was gone.

She was already further down the street, meeting and shaking the hands of people who hadn’t the slightest clue who she was. She hopped from person to person, repeating the same line that she said to me. It personified quantity over quality, showing hope that a big smile and handshake can win someone over.

But most, I assume, left that street not knowing what Van Davis was running for. Her short time with each person prevented that. Instead, she let the pamphlet do the talking.Turns out there wasn’t much to be said. The pamphlet read like the back of a baseball card.

Van Davis, the pamphlet says, is running for re-election to judge of Criminal District Court, Section B. She’s the youngest judge in Louisiana, has served since 2003, can call herself a fomer U.S. Attorney and professor, and – get this, bachelors – she’s a divorced, former sorority girl.

What’s not to like?

The problem is that’s all the pamphlet says. There are no positions, no stances, no plan; just what amounts to a resume.

But that’s politics, especially in today’s age. Because we’re hit so often with issues and candidates, politicians assume we know them and the dynamics of the race. Vote, vote, vote, we’re told, but outside of the presidential race, they forget that most of us haven’t the slightest clue about what we’re voting for.

Despite this, Van Davis apparently has done more than her competitor Bernard Blair.

Don’t know him? Neither did I. I had to look it up at the secretary of state’s Web site. I probably lost his name, like Van Davis, in the sea of campaign signs on the way to work.

I don’t know who I’m going to vote for in Section B or, frankly, even if it’s my district. I do, however, think that it was a bit of fresh air, albeit inconvenient, to see traditional, on-the-street politicking, especially in an age where vice presidential choices are announced through national text messages.

But next time, please, probe me after I’ve had my Abita, not as I carry it home. I’ll need the drink.