I waited two and a half hours in a voting line with an Army Reservist, a mortgage broker and a school principal. The three of them talked The. Entire. Time. So that should end that stereotype about which sex is chattier, because about halfway through I smiled sweetly, pulled out my magazine and tuned out. Hunter might say that was because I'm a Cooper and we don't do chit-chat. I might agree.
But those sweet men held my place in that long line while I went to the bathroom. Three times. And after all that waiting, this happened:
The chatty Army reservist, voting next to me, summed it up nicely: "Bummer."
We got things straightened out and I finally voted. So, LG, here you are at your very first election. Happy third trimester, baby. The future looks bright!
1 comment:
You look great! Sorry you were in line so long. I got lucky and didn't even have to wait, but heard it was worse early in the day, lunch time, end of day! I hope you'll check out my blog. Take care.--Allison
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