Voting should be taken seriously. As in, do it. Ok. That said...
I have spent the day overdosing on hanging out with my daughter, but rushed home to vote. I drop her off at home, go to town hall.. get my sticker and stand at the WAIT HERE sign juggling foot, purse and my I Voted sticker. The nicest little old lady grins and says dubiously: Are you ready? I grinned like I ate a canary and said: "As ready as I can be." She says: "I've heard that many times today." We laugh and walk to booth and I said without thinking, "Well, you know after giving birth, I'm pretty sure this won't hurt a bit! Ooops. She dies laughing and breaks out with mock horror: "I've not heard of that happening here before, and I can say I'm not trained to deal with that one!" We giggle some more and she asks if I'm familiar with the {SERIOUS} voting box. Grinning, I tell her she might wanna refresh me on procedure. We go over the choices and she says finally: "If it shows crazy things just let us know, we're right here to run and help!" I laugh with her again and people look and like a conspirator add... "Guess I'd better start dancing now, huh?" She twinkled at me and told me how much my humor made her long day worth it. Then I voted. Laughing put the needed energy back in my step.
Upon leaving the parking lot, I realized how my parents would have reacted at my choices. My Dad tearing his hair and sobbing: The horror....eeegadsss..
I put the car in park and laughed so hard at the absurdity of the circus going on in my head sparked by laughter. The snowball got bigger..... hummm.....MAN!!! They have privacy because parents would redo it if you did it, DO it if you didn't and even if they let their kids push the buttons fur would probably fly... because who am I/you/we to be grown up enough to do it right? Much less when did I decide who was boss? ooooh Mom. A sticker says I'm a grownup. The visa machine just made note.
Let them Eat Cake.
I have spent the day overdosing on hanging out with my daughter, but rushed home to vote. I drop her off at home, go to town hall.. get my sticker and stand at the WAIT HERE sign juggling foot, purse and my I Voted sticker. The nicest little old lady grins and says dubiously: Are you ready? I grinned like I ate a canary and said: "As ready as I can be." She says: "I've heard that many times today." We laugh and walk to booth and I said without thinking, "Well, you know after giving birth, I'm pretty sure this won't hurt a bit! Ooops. She dies laughing and breaks out with mock horror: "I've not heard of that happening here before, and I can say I'm not trained to deal with that one!" We giggle some more and she asks if I'm familiar with the {SERIOUS} voting box. Grinning, I tell her she might wanna refresh me on procedure. We go over the choices and she says finally: "If it shows crazy things just let us know, we're right here to run and help!" I laugh with her again and people look and like a conspirator add... "Guess I'd better start dancing now, huh?" She twinkled at me and told me how much my humor made her long day worth it. Then I voted. Laughing put the needed energy back in my step.
Upon leaving the parking lot, I realized how my parents would have reacted at my choices. My Dad tearing his hair and sobbing: The horror....eeegadsss..
I put the car in park and laughed so hard at the absurdity of the circus going on in my head sparked by laughter. The snowball got bigger..... hummm.....MAN!!! They have privacy because parents would redo it if you did it, DO it if you didn't and even if they let their kids push the buttons fur would probably fly... because who am I/you/we to be grown up enough to do it right? Much less when did I decide who was boss? ooooh Mom. A sticker says I'm a grownup. The visa machine just made note.
Let them Eat Cake.
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