Today was election day in ye olde beach-y towne. So, I decided I would do my civic duty and vote for Mayor. Since I am mildly irresponsible and have been ignoring all the pleas from the lovely and well-informed (not to mention articulate) public radio people to listen to the issues, I decided instead to take a break from my very strenuous job to read an online chat with the candidates for mayor and truck on over to the polling place near my house. On my way, I decided to eat an apple (this detail will come back later! get ready!).
I got there and the old lady who checked me in was so confused, I almost offered to take her place. Then, there was a, well, mentally challenged person to be frank, trying to vote next to me and didn't quite get it. So, let's just say that nobody I saw voting had all of their mental faculties (present company included).
So, by now, I have my ballot and a pen that is attached to a little voting kiosk and I still have the apple in my hand, but by now I've finished eating it and it is just wrapped up in a piece of paper towel (yes, I am under the age of 75 and no, I'm not embarassed about it). I check off my candidate for mayor (tattoo-parlor owner who thinks having a convention center in town is a bad idea, I mean, he's not going to win, so I think I should support the tattoo-ed mayoral candidate in the Semi-Dirty South) and the one City Council person I could remember the newspaper said was good. I almost also voted for the one I know has all of these embezzling financial problems, but decided that no vote for her was OK. I mean, I support tattoo-ed mayors, but embezzling council-people? OBVIOUSLY NOT.
I hand in my ballot. I am number 484, not bad! In my hometown, you are often number 33 at like 10PM (are the polls open that late? maybe not...)
On my way out, I look for a trash can and there isn't one, but there is an unattractive electioneering person who was campaigning for some city council person (not the one I voted for) and he says he will take my trash. If only he knew that it was an apple core in a paper towel. Sorry, electioneering guy! I kind of feel bad about that...it's probably the grossest trash you could give someone other than chewed gum...maybe worse than chewed gum.
Anyway, the votes are in and my tattoo-ed candidate only got 754 votes. I feel like my vote really counted. Maybe in the next election the tattoo-party candidate will get 1000 votes. (The winner, by the way, only got like 8,000 votes...so 754 isn't THAT bad...I mean, it's kind of bad, but not TOTALLY bad.)