“I’m a horrible person. You’re probably a horrible person too. We’re just horrible, horrible people.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked completely confused as to why I was such a horrible person.
“I didn’t vote” my husband lamented. “We’ve had weeks to get our ballots in and we just never did it. If one of my issues or candidates loses by one vote, I’ll never forgive myself”
Shaun had called me on his way home from work as he often does. Obviously, he was feeling quite horrible about not having voted. I tried my best not to sound too smug when I informed him that I just happened to be on my way to drop my ballot off before the last mail pickup of the day. He sighed and miserably muttered that he couldn’t talk any more and had to go.
I was doing some shopping when my phone rang again. Shaun had looked up ballot information and discovered that there was a ballot drop off that would be open for a couple more hours. He was all set to go drop it off, except for the small problem of not being able to find his ballot. He was afraid that he had recycled it on accident. Lucky for him, I remembered watching him set it down on our wine cabinet right after I handed it to him.
It wasn’t too much longer before my phone rang yet again. Of course it was Shaun. This time he wanted to know where I was. He had filled out his ballot and was all set to drop it off, but wanted me to come along to keep him company in what was sure to be a huge line. When I told him that I was about five minutes away, he said he would wait for me to get home.
Sure enough, when I pulled into the driveway, Shaun was anxiously waiting for me in his car. I hopped in and within minutes we were headed over to the City Hall of the next town over. We knew we were in the right place when we saw the long queue of cars waiting to drop of their ballots.
As we approached the huge metal ballot box, we saw several people coming up to the cars holding big yellow bags up to the windows waiting to collect the ballots. My cynical husband asked the gentleman waiting to collect his ballot how we knew he was really an official election worker. The man paused for a moment then laughed and said he had a badge. Apparently that was good enough for Shaun as he dropped his ballot in the bag and wished the man a pleasant evening.
Shaun was so excited to been able to cast his ballot. We both swore that we wouldn’t put it off until the very last minute ever again. (It seems like we made that same vow at the last election)
It’s good to know that we aren’t really such horrible people after all…
Sorry, I can’t figure out why this is so big. I’m done messing with it though, and am going to bed!