First of all, I’m a bit miffed because I live on the east side where most of the poor people live and all the early voting sites are on the west side that has fewer people but way more money. That sucks. With that off my chest though, I am glad that I have the good fortune of having wheels that I can use to get myself to the west side. I will also be using my wheels to help as many people as I can to get to the polls from now to the 8th.
I went to the gym this morning and then decided to go vote. Usually I vote on voting day. I like to vote on voting day. It makes me feel all patriotic and connected to the people who are my neighbors. This time, though, I went early because I’m alive today and there is a chance that I could get run over by a truck or knocked off by some radical Christian Trump supporting terrorist before the 8th, and that would suck if I hadn’t voted for the future of my yet to be born granddaughters and sons and their granddaughters and sons. So I voted.
I was really surprised at the line. This is the third day of early voting in Florida and there were about 20 people in line ahead of me. When I got up to the table to sign in, I asked the lady if it had been this busy the whole time. She said it had, that it had even been busier and it was steady from open to close every day. That makes me happy. The people who live here vote blue way more than red.
After I left I went to the gas station. While I was pumping, a fellow who was driving a truck with the logo of a painting company on it said to me that he really liked my Volkswagen Beetle. I thanked him and asked if he liked my bumper stickers. He looked and thought for a moment and then said, “Yeah, Bernie Sanders. I like him.”
We got to talking and I told him I’d just voted. He told me he hadn’t yet but was thinking he was gonna vote for Trump because he just hates Hillary. I told him that I got that, but I voted for Hillary because if she wins Bernie will get to be head of the finance committee or Secretary of Treasury or something. He thought about that. Meanwhile his partner showed up and jumped in on the talk spewing hateful anti-Hillary Trumpisms. I went on about Bernie and, long story short, by the end of the conversation I had both of them saying that it might be a good idea to vote for Hillary so that Bernie will be in a better position to get his policies enacted.
Heh, you just never know what will happen when you get into conversations with people that you think are scary and you have nothing in common with. I hope both of them go vote today before our conversation wears off.