I may be one of the intellectually elite, but that doesn’t mean I can make a sandwich at the deli.
At the polls, we tried to serve the people quickly and keep the line moving. Yet as fast as we worked, we still connected with people as we assisted them in exercising their right to vote.
Most of the thousands of people who came through the line were quite pleasant but there were a handful who were hostile. One fellow yelled at a coordinator because he didn’t like her tone. Another actually slapped an attendant in her face with his ballot.
It was my favorite evening of the week, where I sat alone in my quiet room, filling up on food and stories of heroes, horses, humor, spaceships, and sex.
I’m trying to use a little taste and discretion in my efforts to practice safe sex and you’d think the Almighty would cut me a break.
But nooooooo….
