I’m going to wave my flag and say that I love to vote. I think it’s so much fun. I love to read over all the initiatives and mark my booklet up. I love going down to the polling place and getting my ballot and going into the booth and checking off all of my choices. And anything that gets me a sticker is pretty high up there in fun. I also love seeing all the people who are there. It feels like a neighborhood block party. A block party run by elderly people. Because it’s always the elderly who work the polls. The 80 year old in me is DYING to help out at a polling place.
Except that it would have to have excellent air flow because have you smelled some of those polling places? Knights of Columbus! Sometimes the conference room by my office is a polling place and everyone who works it looks as if they first got to vote when Polk was running. And because the building wasn’t originally intended for human inhabitants, the ventilation in it isn’t quite powerful enough to get rid of that assisted-living smell they bring with them. This will not stop me however, once the Wealthy Benefactor comes along and I’m a Woman of Elegant Leisure, from volunteering. I'll just bring a fan or something.