I parked funny on the street, because I suck at parallel parking and popped a few tasty spearmint gum peices in my mouth.
Walked up and got to get in the shorter P-Z line outside. Got behind this one-eyed dude (no glass, pure One-eyed Willying it) with an abnormally bright long raincoat on and some big Indiana Jones hat. He was talking about his disability benefits to this saggy boobed lady with an Eyeore Hoody on.
Behind me a mother and daughter. The only part of their conversation I was willing to witness went something like this:
"Yeah, they snuck in on Potato Ships...."
"Wow, Potato Chips?"
"No Potato Ships, in the Potato barrels."
"Potato CHIPS?"
"SHIPS!"
"Oh, because I was thinking... how horrible! Potato chips and all that salt would get into their eyes....."
Just Damn.
Then they started passing out chicken biscuits from Chic Fillet. Yeah, the smell of fried chicken is really helping my feelings about the outcome of this election.
Fawk. An hour of the one eyed whiner and the saggy boobed fashion bomb and the potato chips ladies. Then when we got inside the crowded church hallway and I couldn't help think that I was breathing in everyone elses breath. It was humid and well.....breathy.
I stood there people watching, gandering at boy scout plaques on the "buttcrack white" painted cinderblock walls and trying to inhale the air from within my own clothing.
I finally voted smoothly...... and then the "sticker lady" put the sticker on my hoody.... she bypassed my waiting fingertips and patted it on my chest. Yep, I was groped on my left boob by an older lady on my way out. Feeling real good about this election........
