I had full schedule this morning. I had to sleep until 10:30, then I had to vote and get downtown to meet a friend at noon. I walk out of my house at 11. I’m planning to vote and go for lunch in an hour. There’s a line. It looks like it’s a block long. I walk further. It wraps around the corner for several more blocks. People are waiting for two hours. TWO HOURS. I need lunch and then I’ll consider my options. Maybe they’ll just give me an “I voted” sticker and I don’t have to wait in line.
I tell my friend,
“Why is it taking so long?”
“It’s because all the volunteers are 80-years old.”
I return to my voting place. The line is more manageable. It’s only half-an-hour. Inside the 80-year-old volunteers munch on Dunkin’ Donuts. They look so good. Not only do I have to stand in line, but I have to stare at a box of chocolate sugar goodness.
The guy in front of me asks the volunteer what we’re all thinking,
“Can I have your donut?”
“I’ll trade you for some grapefruit juice.”
“Ha ha ha.”
“I really will. I really want some grapefruit juice.”
I really wish I had some.
Good Times with Jess 