It's a beautiful fall morning of 44 degrees. I get dressed, have breakfast and then run down to vote at the school where all five of my children spent their elementary years.
I walk in the door and run into Bonnie who is working at the election. Bonnie's youngest child went to school with Petunia and one of her grandsons is the same age as Orville. "Tell me about Heather," I invite.
"She's teaching down in Texas," Bonnie responds. "She just loves her job! We see her about once a year at Christmas. She is active in her church there and seems to be happy. How about Petunia?"
"Petunia and her family live in Outer Slobovia. Petunia's husband works for a firm that manufactures whiz bangs. Petunia spends most of her times chasing her kids around. When she has a minute, she provides professional advice to a hot air balloon delivery service. They seem to like Outer Slobovia. Nice to run into you. Guess I'd better vote."
"Right," says Bonnie. "Could I see some ID?"
Some of the laws that make sense in other places seem absurd here.
3 comments:
What a crack up! Rules are rules I guess. My voting experience was much less...familiar.
How funny! My voting was a bit of a fiasco. Who knew that when you check the Yes box next to the question that says "would you like to be registered to vote?" they don't actually register you to vote. wierd.
Hahaha, too funny!
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