Today I cast my vote for my candidate, Barack Obama, and for ME! He's running for President of the United States of America, and I am running to be a delegate for him.
Pack rat that I am, I requested and received three paper ballots: one for my scrapbook, one for Sissy, my grandmother in Washington, DC, and one for my Aunt Sarah in Louisville, KY. Now, seeing your name on a ballot in a booth and on paper is BIG ego food! So I walked down the street with the HUGEST grin and kept staring at my name. (#6 under Barack Obama!) A man - a rather handsome man - stopped me and asked me why I had "those" - I explained that I am on the ballot, blah, blah, blah. He laughed and said he had to take them from me because it was illegal for me to have them. I guess he thought I was going to give him some lip, because he was surprised that I didn't. He was just doing his job, and I didn't realize I was doing something wrong.
He took the ballots and tore them into little tiny, teensy, weensy pieces and threw them in the trash can on the corner of 88th and Second.
My bubble wasn't totally burst because I can get a copy on the internet. If there isn't a copy on the 'net, there is something in existence that I had a brief moment of celebrity. (Even if the celebrity is just in my head.) The other reason it wasn't burst is because I accomplished what I set out to do - VOTE.
I'll never forget his eyes - and I hope I get elected.
05 February 2008
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