I rock votes…
I just went to vote.
Despite it being nice and warm in Peteville today, they had the heat in the polling joint set to “tropical like a motherfucker.” (That’s in Celsius, of course.)
And then I was ID’d (to prove that I was, in fact, me.) Seriously. There are, like, 1100 people in my town. MAYBE three of us are over 6’3″. Apparently I should be a teensy bit less anti-social. Or, screw it, just continue to carry ID.
Still, I’m amazed by it. It’d be like the Lilliputians IDing Gulliver when he tried to rent an Xbox. Or something.
When I was leaving the building, I met The Monkey’s Mom in the doorway. And maaaaybe committed a little voter fraud.* I whispered, “Vote the right way… or else.” Of course, she replied with “What the %&*$ do you want?”
When I got to the parking lot, I heard The Monkey yelling to me. So, I walked over to the car. She looked at me, with a very serious expression, and asked, “They got any food in there?”
I nearly plotzed. True story.
[*Dear authorities, it really wasn’t voter fraud. We were both laughing. And, technically, I didn’t say which party was the “right way” to vote.**]
[**It’s the Liberals.]