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Originally Posted by Gravdigr
What if I'm not allowed to vote? Can I still bitch?
Pretty please?
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Permission granted.
I didn't want to hit the poll at lunch time because I figured they'd be busy, but my schedule got messed up and got there about 12:45.
Both sides of the sidewalk lined with people handing out literature.
As I walked across the parking lot, they're all looking eagerly at me, I swear they were salivating.
I stopped short and said, "What, do I look like a T-bone steak?"
It took longer for the three women at the table to write my name in their three notebooks, than waiting my turn and voting.
They said it was a very good turnout.