Super Tuesday Voting
The most entertaining aspect of voting day is interacting with the volunteers working at my polling place. It's always the same group of old ladies. Today's voting failed to disappoint. I brought my 10 month old, Cher with me in her stroller.
"Name, dearie?" asked the first woman at the registration table.
"Flake, like snowflake" I replied. Another woman, apprently not having heard our exchange asked loudly, "Name?"
"Flake. F like frank, L-A-K-E."
"What?" she screeched.
"F-L-A-K-E"
"She said Flake," one croaks to another. After a few seconds of confusion, my name was located on the list.
"You're a Republican..." asks the first woman, the smile draining a bit from her eyes. Republicans are the Untouchables of Los Angeles. "Make sure you use the appropriate booth," she said, and indicated the row of empty Republican booths next to the crowded Democrat ones.
I put in my vote for Mitt "too-legit-to-quit" Romney and tried to read through the state propositions. The old women sat at their table five feet behind me and began talking about me in deafeningly loud whispers.
"Did you see her baby? She's practically naked! She's going to die of pneumonia."
"I know! Babies can't tell you when they are cold. Can you imagine in this weather?"
"Does she look cold to you? Maybe I should go feel her foot..."
"Death of pneumonia I tell you. Incredible." And on and on they went. Humanitarians that they are.
I finally finished voting and turned to leave. Giving the disapproving ladies a big smile, I turned for the door.
"Does she feel cold?" asked the ringleader? I gave Cher's leg a squeeze.
"Nope. Snug as a bug."
"But you can't take her outside like that!" In California, today's temperature of 65 degrees is lethally cold.
"Don't worry, my car is just outside the doors. She'll be fine."
"Babies can't tell you when they are cold!" piped up another.
I wasn't sure what they wanted me to do. Trying to meet them halfway, I said, "maybe this will help," and I slapped my "I Voted" sticker on Cher's forehead. "All better. Thanks, ladies!"
They were starting up their protests again as I beelined for the door. Another year, another insensitive Republican casting her vote. Have you ticked off your old ladies yet today? Get out and vote!
"Name, dearie?" asked the first woman at the registration table.
"Flake, like snowflake" I replied. Another woman, apprently not having heard our exchange asked loudly, "Name?"
"Flake. F like frank, L-A-K-E."
"What?" she screeched.
"F-L-A-K-E"
"She said Flake," one croaks to another. After a few seconds of confusion, my name was located on the list.
"You're a Republican..." asks the first woman, the smile draining a bit from her eyes. Republicans are the Untouchables of Los Angeles. "Make sure you use the appropriate booth," she said, and indicated the row of empty Republican booths next to the crowded Democrat ones.
I put in my vote for Mitt "too-legit-to-quit" Romney and tried to read through the state propositions. The old women sat at their table five feet behind me and began talking about me in deafeningly loud whispers.
"Did you see her baby? She's practically naked! She's going to die of pneumonia."
"I know! Babies can't tell you when they are cold. Can you imagine in this weather?"
"Does she look cold to you? Maybe I should go feel her foot..."
"Death of pneumonia I tell you. Incredible." And on and on they went. Humanitarians that they are.
I finally finished voting and turned to leave. Giving the disapproving ladies a big smile, I turned for the door.
"Does she feel cold?" asked the ringleader? I gave Cher's leg a squeeze.
"Nope. Snug as a bug."
"But you can't take her outside like that!" In California, today's temperature of 65 degrees is lethally cold.
"Don't worry, my car is just outside the doors. She'll be fine."
"Babies can't tell you when they are cold!" piped up another.
I wasn't sure what they wanted me to do. Trying to meet them halfway, I said, "maybe this will help," and I slapped my "I Voted" sticker on Cher's forehead. "All better. Thanks, ladies!"
They were starting up their protests again as I beelined for the door. Another year, another insensitive Republican casting her vote. Have you ticked off your old ladies yet today? Get out and vote!
Comments
Go MITT!
You have Dem and Rep booths?! You'd probably laugh hysterically that we meet in the maintenance shed for the township, closed off from each other by curtains hung on clothes line.
I was surprised by the Dem/Rep booth thing. I don't know why they feel compelled to do that. I didn't have any Democratic candidate choices on my ballet. What if I'd decided at the last minute to vote Dem? They just assume I wouldn't? Strange.
She clips articles out of the newspaper that she thinks I need to read to become a better parent. And talks about how I parent in "loud whispers" to anyone who will listen.
Just be glad you only have to deal with them when voting.
Here in Utah, Republicans are a dime a dozen. It's those darn "independents" that we fear will lead our children into temptation.
They almost made me cry yesterday
My "Old ladies" went on and on about how cute my little boy is, however, he was wearing a coat;0)
PS I dont want any hate mail. It was only a joke people.
Today is a sad day - Mitt is out. It's discouraging and disheartening for all his supporters and especially so for him and his family. He would have been an incredible president.
Mitt supporters now have a dilemma: Do we hold our nose and vote for McCain to prevent a Dem presidency and hope that he won't raise my taxes and do even more warmongering.
Or do we stick it to McCain for making our Man Mitt look bad and write-in Romney on principle? The Repubs would fall flat on their face and he'd have another, a much better shot in 2012?
Or do I vote third party. As much I think Ron Paul is a little unstable, I actually like the basis for his policies.
Democracy is a frustrating blessing.