I’m Married to a Slow Voter
back in 2008, shortly after driving across the country, renting an apartment on the top of a big hill, painting walls bright green and burnt orange (these details are meant to point to us being young and living on the edge…or whatever), and working as a personal shopper (remember that?), it was time to head to the polls. not only were we voting for our president, but here in california we were also being asked to weigh in on some very important issues – prop 8 being one of them.
while those days of bright walls and blisters feel like a million years ago, the time that it took ABN to work his way through the ballot at the poll is not something i will soon forget. on that day back in 2008 he received one of his most telling nicknames – the man is a slow voter.
he went in prepared as we both take the job of voting quite seriously. like the responsible citizens that we are – we read up on ALL the propositions (omg there were so many back in 2008 it was ridiculous) and had figured out our answers before hand. he had a cheat sheet. the man was armed and ready. and yet…his voting was endless. and i had to pee.
in our old hood, we voted the same way i remember my parents voting when i was growing up – in a neighbor’s garage. so while ABN took his sweet-ass time, re-reading everything (incase something had changed?!?!), i did my “gotta go” dance – on repeat. he had the only key to our apartment.
55 minutes later he walked out of the voting booth.
this year, as nov 6th approaches, we have our election guides ready – and we’re educating ourselves on the issues, with highlighters and red pens and google. while there aren’t nearly as many propositions this go-round (thank goodness), there are still many important decisions to weigh in on. i’m looking forward to going to the polls as a family and bringing the little one into the booth with me. it’s never too early to learn about civic duty (and there’s sure to be at least one button for her to push).
and this year, just to be safe, i’m bringing my own set of keys – because i know what i’m dealing with.