A Sticker Story 0
After we voted in the special election on Tuesday, we went out for breakfast.
Now, I normally refuse the “I Voted” sticker that poll workers hand out (I believe that the folks who don’t vote should wear the stickers–big red ones on their foreheads, but that’s another matter). This time, though, I accepted it.
As we were waiting for our breakfast, a stranger came over and asked, “You voted?” (I reckon because of that little sticker.)
I said we had. Then he said, “I want to vote. Did you have to go down to city hall?” (That’s where the early voting takes place in my city and it’s way on the other side of town.)
I answered, “No. It’s an election day. Your regular polling place should be open.”
He thanked me and left.
I hope he voted the right way, but I’m glad he cared enough to vote.
