I'm referring to the fact that we had a local election of sorts and we finished at the gym and went to vote.
I should explain that while our area is called "the beach cities" in fact, Manhattan, Hermosa and Redondo all have their own officials - mayor, council members and proposals separate from each other. We think nothing of us all going to a specific polling place and then going to the red table for Redondo or the blue table for Hermosa voting.
This morning the vote lady handed me a ballot and said, "Don't forget to vote for Proposition B" and I looked down at her and said, "You aren't supposed to proselytize" rather sternly.
Quickly she back peddled and flustered she said, "No, no! I didn't say that! The measure on B (holding out the ballot) is on the back page! That's all! I got my pronouns wrong!"
I still think she was trying to get my vote. Useless as I am utterly opposed to Proposition B.
On the other hand, she was genuinely embarrassed.
It was a very brief ballot - two people for Treasurer; 3 or 4 school board wannabes and Proposition B. We were outta there in no time. And for once the polling place was doing a brisk business. For here. Our usual voter turnout is meager to say the least. I look forward to tomorrow's newspaper to see just how many people did get off of their languid asses and vote.
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