A 20-something man working for Christine Quinn’s campaign rang my apartment doorbell Tuesday afternoon and asked if I had a few minutes to discuss the fall mayoral election. He handed me a flyer containing the Quinn campaign’s talking points.

I laughed a bit and told him I was a deBlasio supporter.

His response was interesting I thought. He asked me if I had a second choice. I told him I didn’t.

I expected a sales pitch – or formulaic effort to talk me off Quinn’s rival. Instead the young man said thanks and wished me a good day. I was ready to tell him the specific reason why I couldn’t vote for the candidate he was working for but he didn’t bother asking. He scribbled something on the paper attached to his clipboard and moved on.

It was a very cordial exchange.

As I closed the door, I felt a bit of regret that I didn’t engage the fellow a bit more. It’s not every day somebody gets into the building, comes to my apartment and asks me if I want to talk local politics. I’m impressed that the Quinn campaign has the resources and perhaps research to send a real, live human being to my door seeking my vote. I’m always appreciative of anybody who ventures into unknown territory on behalf of a candidate seeking public office. It’s how politics ought to work.

I can’t vote for Quinn because of the self-enriching, one-time term limit extension deal she cut with Mayor Mike. But I commend the young man from the Quinn campaign for participating in a process that includes visits to tiny studio apartments in the densely-populated heart of Queens.