at the polls

A young, burly guy tries to hand me a flyer. “I already voted,” I say.

“Did you vote for Bill,” he asks, holding up the flyer, his candidate smiling confidently on it.

“This is America,” I say, smiling. “I don’t have to tell you who I voted for.”

“You don’t have to, but c’mon. It’s me,” he says, hand over heart.

I’ve never seen him before in my life.


2 Responses to “at the polls”

  1. 1 Mark Reep October 3, 2009 at 1:23 pm

    New visitor, arrived via MJH’s link- Just a note to say great writing, great blog.

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