The hell of voting.

I voted today. My dad took me to the fairgrounds early in the afternoon. The trip there and back was terrifying. Riding in a car with him driving is like bungee jumping without checking your ropes first. He almost got us killed at what he thought was a four-way stop, but I could tell it wasn’t; and we were almost hit by a pickup truck, at which point I shrieked and covered my head, and my dad finally hit the brakes. The rest of the trip wasn’t much better. And he was driving my car so he could hear his radio program.

So we entered the exhibits building and found a table where a woman took our IDs and asked if we were in the same household. We nodded. “Are you his wife?” she asked me.

The nodding stopped.

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“No, I’m his daughter,” I said.

She had the decency to make a face, like,Β oh hell, I’m an idiot.Β 

“Good guess,” I said encouragingly. I gave her a thumbs-up.

My dad was flattered. Like, heck yeah, I’ve bagged myself a 43-year-old wife. Look at me!Β 

So then we took the paperwork she handed us to a secondary check-in spot, where the man behind the table went and got our ballots. My dad very jokingly said, “The only thing I’m upset about is that we have to walk all the way across this huge room to vote.” He laughed weakly.

My dad thinks he’s funny.

The man took offense and said, “Hey, it’s not my fault. Don’t get mad at me. I had nothing to do with it.” He wasn’t messing around. I can feel energy coming off people, and he felt hostile and threatened.

Where’d my Jesus facepalm go? (Thank you, Jesus! You can facepalm with the best of them.) I was so freaking embarrassed. My dad was joking, but this man told us off for it. Despite my aggressive tendencies, I’d never have spoken up in that situation about walking across the huge room, unless I had a broken leg, or something, in which case I might’ve asked for help. But here we were getting told off because of my dad’s sense of humor.

I waited for him to get his ID back, and then we crossed the large area to vote. It went mostly smoothly after that, except that I had to ask a third worker where to put my vote. It was all the way across in another corner of the gargantuan room. So I found a vote counter, slid my ballot in, waited for the screen to tell me my vote had been tallied, and that was that.

My dad and I left, and he located his cigar from an outdoor ashtray, and he lit it up, and I’m proud to say that I found my car before he found it.

I’m not sure why voting is always an ordeal for me. Four years ago, you all might recall that I took out my voting booth, which clattered to the floor in slow-motion, after which point I did the only sensible thing I could do: I took a bow and waved at everyone pageant-style. I’m not sure things went much better this time around. But hey, I voted.

I’m a huge believer in voting. People need to make their voices heard. I don’t think people should be forced to vote, because the desire to be heard should come from within; but I do feel that people need to tap into that and vote. Every vote counts, and we should all contribute to the collective decision.

8 thoughts on “The hell of voting.

  1. Voting is certainly an ordeal for me too, and somehow I don’t think we’re alone in this. That’s why I prefer to vote by post. But it’s a good thing you weren’t discouraged by this ordeal perspective and voted anyway. πŸ™‚

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    1. Thank you!! Yeah, I have concerns about mail-in voting, like, what if the mailman steals the vote, or what if it doesn’t arrive on time, and so on. But this was the hardest. Due to coronavirus, it was the first time we weren’t able to walk several blocks up the road to vote. Instead, they had one main area for everyone. But thank goodness it’s done, and now I can watch the election returns!! I’m glad you vote, too!! YAY for voters!!

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      1. I do share your concerns and that often bugs me, but that’s the most practical way of voting for me so that’s why I stick to it. But since last year, instead of sending it, when my Mum goes to vote herself, she takes my vote as well, as at least here you can bring the vote yourself or have someone bring it for you.

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    1. πŸ˜€ Yeah, I am too!! And then Mr. Sullivan stopped by to work on our ceiling some more, and we hung out, and then after he left–you’d have to see this coming–I fell sound asleep. Boy, did I need that nap! Oh my gosh. And I’ve already been in hybernation mode lately.

      He and my dad and I have a fun debate going on now about the exterior project I’m doing. I say one quart of paint (for two coats) will get it done; and they say I’ll need two gallons. So. Someone’s going to be very, very wrong here. I hope it’s not me! πŸ˜€

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