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katallison) wrote2004-11-02 09:01 am
katallison) wrote2004-11-02 09:01 am
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Am digging everyone's voting stories. Mine: got to the polls right at 7 when they opened, which was D-U-M dumb because there were already (rough count) 200 in line. I'd considered going later on, maybe skipping out of work midday, but decided that just going in and *doing* it might relieve some of my massive jittery stress.
Got through in an hour; passed the time chatting with the older couple next to me, who'd spent their entire lives in the neighborhood and had cool tales of the older, pre-gentrification days. Massive crowds kept on coming, but everyone was extremely cheerful and friendly. No hassles--someone'd have to be stupid to try starting trouble in my precinct, which is not only one of the most solidly liberal in the state, but also bung-full of highly educated, politically astute, activist types, and anyone challenging voters would probably be gang-tackled and beaten with a granola bar.
Done at last, I walked back to my car through the rain, fired up the ignition, and as the radio came on a commercial was just ending. Next song up? "It's the End of the World as We Know It." I don't know what kind of a portent that is, but I found that I did, in fact, feel fine, and drove to work singing along with the chorus and grinning.
Got through in an hour; passed the time chatting with the older couple next to me, who'd spent their entire lives in the neighborhood and had cool tales of the older, pre-gentrification days. Massive crowds kept on coming, but everyone was extremely cheerful and friendly. No hassles--someone'd have to be stupid to try starting trouble in my precinct, which is not only one of the most solidly liberal in the state, but also bung-full of highly educated, politically astute, activist types, and anyone challenging voters would probably be gang-tackled and beaten with a granola bar.
Done at last, I walked back to my car through the rain, fired up the ignition, and as the radio came on a commercial was just ending. Next song up? "It's the End of the World as We Know It." I don't know what kind of a portent that is, but I found that I did, in fact, feel fine, and drove to work singing along with the chorus and grinning.
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*Leaves hapless American lady alone and goes back to glaring at the BBC*
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I loved hearing your story, and Mouse's and all the others. Isn't this a great thing?
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I especially liked all the political signs. Heh.
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And then muffled with an entire pound of silken tofu, I hope.