One-Legged Man

My absence? Registration + Novel + End of Semester = BUSY.

However, here's an election day story from one week ago today, overheard by my husband in our actual town.

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A wife and husband scout out downtown MY TOWN in search of a parking space. Apparently, the election is big doin's, and it is hard to find a handicapped spot near the community center/voting site. This is important, because the husband has one leg.

The car parks down the block a bit, right next to Bryon's car. The husband is disgruntled; the wife slightly dismayed. She heads down the sidewalk to the community center. The husband fumes for about fifteen minutes. During this time, Bryon goes to get our mail from our post office box and arrives back to our car before the wife gets back to her husband, although he can see her approach.

The wife returns to the car. She informs the husband that a couple of people will assist him from the car to the voting place so that he can caste his vote.

The husband growls, "I ain't going. Mitt Romney doesn't need my vote that bad."

And the two of them both get in their car and leave.

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I leave posterity to draw its own conclusions.

I'll be back when Abigail Rath goes out to her betas, which will be tomorrow, so you will see me in these parts again perhaps once more this week.

Cath

Mirrored from Writer Tamago.