Voted! Finally!

[pixiecrinkle]

So I got home, changed and tore off across the street to vote. Only to find the line just as long as it was this morning. So I waited in it for an hour and forty minutes. Chatted briefly with the girl behind me, who was also umbrellaless. She'd driven 6 hours to get there in time. I knitted away (if anyone in Columbus was watching the 5:00 news on channel 10, I was the drowned rat knitting behind the anchor. Eventually, I was afraid my wool was going to felt, so I put it away, and acted in a way more becoming to a girl with a broken arm. By the time we got inside, we'd caught up with loud guy, who appeared to be slightly inebriated, and definitely a bit, um, imaginative. I thought he was going to hit the guy behind me, who jokingly suggested he should lay off the bottle after he tried to get everyone riled up about someone stealing his registration. He then claimed that the "Reds" by which he explained he meant "the bin Ladens" were going to come here and refuse to pay taxes for seven years, so they should just pay his for him. He then tried to explain to me that once he got "his petitions" out, he wouldn't be surprised if someone tried to assassinate him, and that even if it wasn't likely he needed to be prepared, because if he let his guard down, that's when he'd be vulnerable.

I then proceeded to accidentally offend the poll worker who got me signed in. I was wearing my WWJJD? (What would Joan Jett Do?) tshirt. So, the conversation went like this.

Her: Oh honey, I like your shirt.
Me: (checking to see what I was wearing) Oh, thank you.
Her: (looking a second time) Oh! Oh! I thought...Oh, I guess I'll let you get away with that.
Me: It's tongue in cheek. (though now, I'm thinking, if it is, do I need to point that out?)
Her: I'll let you get away with that if you sign everything but your husband away to me here (pointing to where I need to sign the voter's register.)
Me: My what?
Her: Everything but your husband.
Me: Oh, that's ok. I don't have one of those.
Her: And your kids.
Me: I don't have those either.

At that point, I swear she gave me a look that said, "you poor childless, godless woman, what man would want you?" But in a nice way of course. She was quite pleasant.

Now off to B & J's for poll watching and John Stewart. We're going to be a peevish bunch later on if this doesn't go our way.

Comments

[pixiecrinkle.livejournal.com]

I think if she'd actually seen me knitting, while bedraggled, and in that t-shirt with all my ear piercings hanging out in full view, her head may actually have spun around.

[chaptal.livejournal.com]

you must be one of those freaks voting against issue one!

[pixiecrinkle.livejournal.com]

hahaha!