Ok, ok, I voted this morning. It was delightfully painless. Since I’m convinced that Nick likes to hide my mail in sort of a scavenger hunt without clues, hints, or even advance knowledge that said scavenger hunt exists, I didn’t get my voter registration card. That’s fine, I looked up where I was supposed to vote, and showed up at about 8:30. Sure enough, they’ve got my name down, and sent me off to do my voting.
As a side note, the voting guy at my station? WAY too energetic for 8:30 in the morning. Holy shit, kid… lay off the caffeine. Some of us are still half asleep.
But not so half asleep that I couldn’t vote Yes! to STV. Go go having options!
As I was leaving (and heading over to JJ Bean, conveniently located half a block away, and right in front of my bus stop so that I, too, could be as energetic and excited as the voting guy) I was all happy and excited because voting! yay! and I thought they should hand out stickers. Who doesn’t love a good sticker? I know I love a good sticker. They could be like those “Be nice to me, I donated blood” stickers you get from donating blood. But, I suppose that elections are expensive enough, and that would drive the price up even more… okay, I guess I understand why they don’t have stickers.
Imagine my foot stamping when I saw that some voting stations WERE HANDING OUT STICKERS. Where’s MY sticker? I WANT A STICKER.
I can’t decide if it’s a little scary or totally awesome that I’m allowed to vote. I am six years old, and I. WANT. STICKER.
And if you haven’t already… Go vote!
I got a sticker! It was great! I wore it proudly, and now it’s on my laptop so I can bask in the glow of doing my part for democracy. =)
I got a sticker too! I put it on my book of notes for drag shows ^.^
But some of the people at my station didn’t get them if they went in the morning. Mehbe they were late delivering the nifty “I voted” stickers to some stations?