Well, ye socks, I took an unnecessarily early lunch break to run up to my polling location to vote this fine Election Day.
I say "unnecessarily," because I was trying to avoid a crowd that wasn't there.
I did have to park quite a distance away from the poll, but that's just because it has such a miniscule parking lot. But, that was okay. I can always use the exercise, and the weather in this little corner of heaven is the type our Chamber of Commerce should crow about.
Anyway, when I did get inside the little community center that houses my precinct's poll, I found a bunch of black-shirted rowing moms manning the tables. They seemed more than a little disinterested in the process, but there was one pro from the supervisor of elections office who kept them in line.
After waiting for the 7-foot-tall biker dude clad in leather who was ahead of me in line to find his ID, I was handed my ballot with only a cursory glance at my license.
I turned around to find all the booths occupied, but the aforementioned pro told me I could sit at one of the tables in the room and fill-out my ballot with one of the black pens she had available.
So much for privacy, but I did it anyway because I really don't care who knows how I vote. My life is pretty much an open book.
There I sat, quietly bubbling in the four legal-sized pages of candidates, constitutional ammendments, charter revisions, and other ballot initiatives. Before too long, though, I was joined by more people who didn't want to wait on the slow pokes in their fancy private booths. And, then we were joined by some more, all of us very congenially making room for one another.
On leaving, a mop-headed teenager in oversized cargo pants was mumbling instructions on how to feed the ballots into the counting machine. Fortunately, I've done this a time or two and didn't need much help. I did appreciate the little "I voted" sticker he handed me, though. I understand I can use it to pick up some freebies from Starbucks, Chik-fil-A, Ben & Jerry's, and Krispy Kreme . . .
I'm making myself hungry now.
Anyway, now it's your turn, ye socks! Get out there and do your civic duty and VOTE! (Unless, of course, you're a Democrat. In which case, consider this a day off and go to the beach or something . . . )
Labels: Barack Obama, elections, John McCain