No, I do not want coffee and I do not need to take a dern P-bucket to Cubelandia

vote1My voting experience today… First of all, I did NOT sleep well last night. I wasn’t nervous about voting per se. It was more that I wasn’t looking forward to all of the angst surrounding taking my 0-skunk-30 walk vs. getting to the school early enough that I wouldn’t have to wait in line. But I would still have to wait in line *anyway* because I would have to get there well before the polls opened at 7:00 AM, meaning I would have to wait in line until they opened the polls. This stuff all got into a circle in my dreams and added on some shoreline stuff and some work stuff… My 0-skunk-30 walk is mandatory for me and anything that messes with it is stressful. Usually it’s just thunderstorms…

As always, once I got out into the beautiful dark morning, I calmed down pretty much completely. I forced myself to walk for at least a while (it turned out to be around 5000 steps) before approaching the polling station at around 6:30. I was voter number 27 and I was behind this young couple in the line. I do not know them and I did not interact with them and I hope they didn’t know I took their pic. They were doing exactly what I was doing, “playing” with their phones.

My voting experience was fine except for a small glitch. As I went through the line today, I bantered with my neighborhood friends The Beautiful Kathy and The Beautiful Jackie, who were both working the polls. I did not take a voting booth selfie. It’s still illegal in our state. Actually the booths were set up to face the center of the room instead of the other way ’round. I kind of wondered if that was so the poll workers could easily watch for people taking ballot selfies. I think a lot of people don’t know about the law and are confused about the recent court flip-flopping and I hope that no one today had their ballot canceled because of that. But we’ll go there some other time.

The glitch was that I filled out information (in pen) on a small ballot thingy. I was assigned voter #27 and ballot #527. For whatever reason, a poll worker wrote ballot #525 on my handwritten ballot thingy. That did not match my ballot, which was #527. So I got sent into detention to get it all straightened out and it *did* get straightened out PDQ and then after I fed my ballot [successfully, whew!] into the Eater, some baggy old flirty old good guy yelled across the room asking me if I was trying to commit some sort of illegal voting type of act. I can’t remember what he said or what I retorted but it was all friendly and then I was OUT. And man oh man was I ever missing all of the times I spent in that lower elementary hallway.

Not sure if voter #243 canceled out my vote or not but if he did, it is not the first time and it won’t be the last.

Oh, and I think that Mr. Mxyzptlk was once again the first voter. I am not sure but after the polls opened, he was the first person who came out. Was he first? I dunno. But I’m gonna guess he was. There is a history here.

Somehow, I have something like 13K steps today. That is low for me but it is worth it.

And just for fun, here is The Cream with Politician. A long-time fave of mine.

One Response to “No, I do not want coffee and I do not need to take a dern P-bucket to Cubelandia”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I do miss the actual voting process. But I also love voting by mail.