You know when you go vote but since you lost your mail-in-ballot you need a provisional one?
No? Well, you definitely have your life more together than me.
The polling place was pretty slow when I went, which sucks — but also, it made it less embarrassing that I had to keep walking back and forth in front of all the poll-workers as they got me situated with the provisional ballot.
You know how you feel old when the poll worker says, “It’s been steady, but we need some young people to come in here.”
I said, “Wait. Don’t I count?” And I laughed at my own expense as she told me “If you’re under 35 you do!”
They really make you work for those provisional ballots. I feel like I wrote my address down like 16 times.
Fine, it was two. Two times.
As I finished voting the poll worker said, “Oh! Ona! I know your mom. I worked with her on campus years ago.”
“Your mom is a very eclectic person,” she added. “And her sister! The artist. I bet you’re just like them.”
I mean she isn’t wrong.
You know how you feel young when poll worker says, “Actually, I babysat you once!”
I can’t remember the last time anyone babysat me. . . So I guess that actually also makes me feel old. But also young?
Voting is cool, and everyone should do it. But my favorite part of it all was when the poll worker looked at me and added, “you were a really cool kid to babysit.”
So there. You are hearing it here first. If nothing else, I was a really cool kid to babysit.
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And this was a cool moment to read about! Once when I moved and didn’t update my voter registration I had to do the provisional ballot. What a pain! I really appreciated the humor in your inner dialogue and those ending sentences. 😄