Had I Known, I'd Have Clued Him In
Charles, as many of you know, a newly minted Yank (yeah, yeah: 1/2 Yank, 1/2 Canuck. Still sexy and semi-foreign, thank God, and with a legitimate claim to root for Team Canada in Olympic hockey) got to vote in his very first election!
And how did this Political Science major feel?
"Yeah. I didn't get to use a machine. I wanted to use a machine."
Poor guy. He's waited all his life.
How anticlimactic. Voting by magic marker.
At least he was 'pre-registered' and got to go right in and vote, unlike me, who waited for an hour to re-register and then got to vote. Some state wide thing.
I love our town. Where else would you be standing in a non-moving line while, one-by-one, you got entered into a computer by a poor exhausted election worker who hadn't even finished his lunch (it was 7:20 pm by the time I got to him, the line stretching back down the hall, past the door and doubling back on itself, probably another 40+ souls long) with your fellow townsfolks cracking jokes and no one complaining? I even got to shake the hand of the hither-to-unmet neighbor (who lives a mile down the road) who pulled over and plowed my drive last winter and then went on his merry way before I could even thank him?
I live in Utopia.
Utopia with cow poop on the breeze.
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