11-06-2018, 09:35 AM
You people voting by mail are missing out. The Polls is where the action is.
The Queen in her effort to get out the vote convinced our neighborhood council to put up my money to buy coffee and donuts for the voters. Her car is in the shop so she took mine down to the polling place. I opted to walk down the hill to our recreation center. I brought the dogs as per The Queen's request. This all plays no part in the story except to show my commitment to our democracy. I really deserve a gold star as well as my voting sticker.
I follow a woman and her dog, my dogs now in the hands of the Queen, up the path to the door to the recreation center. One of the pollsters, an old man I know from the neighborhood tells the woman she can't bring her dog into the recreation center. Two ways to go on this. It's common sense to know not to bring your dog inside a public facility. It's also only going to take the woman two minutes to vote. What's the harm.
Knowing it will only take two minutes, I offer to watch the dog while the woman votes. Fine. Good. Problem solved. The woman goes to vote while I wait outside. My dogs can see me with the other dog and are concerned I am two timing them.
Meanwhile the old man comes back out of the Rec Center.
"Aren't you going to vote?", he says to me. I give him my best quizzical look and point down to the dog.
"Oh, yeah" He walks back into the building.
A few seconds later, the old man returns from inside.
"What's your dog's name?"
My quizzical look returns. "Um, not my dog?"
After an eternity, the woman returns to get her dog and I can escape the bubble of lunacy to go vote.
See what you vote by mail guys are missing!
The Queen in her effort to get out the vote convinced our neighborhood council to put up my money to buy coffee and donuts for the voters. Her car is in the shop so she took mine down to the polling place. I opted to walk down the hill to our recreation center. I brought the dogs as per The Queen's request. This all plays no part in the story except to show my commitment to our democracy. I really deserve a gold star as well as my voting sticker.
I follow a woman and her dog, my dogs now in the hands of the Queen, up the path to the door to the recreation center. One of the pollsters, an old man I know from the neighborhood tells the woman she can't bring her dog into the recreation center. Two ways to go on this. It's common sense to know not to bring your dog inside a public facility. It's also only going to take the woman two minutes to vote. What's the harm.
Knowing it will only take two minutes, I offer to watch the dog while the woman votes. Fine. Good. Problem solved. The woman goes to vote while I wait outside. My dogs can see me with the other dog and are concerned I am two timing them.
Meanwhile the old man comes back out of the Rec Center.
"Aren't you going to vote?", he says to me. I give him my best quizzical look and point down to the dog.
"Oh, yeah" He walks back into the building.
A few seconds later, the old man returns from inside.
"What's your dog's name?"
My quizzical look returns. "Um, not my dog?"
After an eternity, the woman returns to get her dog and I can escape the bubble of lunacy to go vote.
See what you vote by mail guys are missing!
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm
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