Voting was an ordeal because of my new address. When I moved, I alerted the Post Office online and they offered the option to transfer my voter registration at the same time. So I did, and I later received a postcard confirming the registration and giving my polling place address. I went there today and there was a sign up saying that they were no longer a polling place and giving a phone number.
I don't have a cell phone, so I went home to make the call. I was given a new polling address. I went there, but I wasn't registered there. When I showed them the postcard confirming my registration, everyone got confused. Phone calls were made and I was finally allowed to vote.
When I complained about the confusion, one of the poll workers said, "Maybe it's you." I said, "Right, I mailed myself the postcard." Then came the hate stare.
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April Fools' Day. How appropriate.
If you don't vote, you can't bitch.
Voting was an ordeal because of my new address. When I moved, I alerted the Post Office online and they offered the option to transfer my voter registration at the same time. So I did, and I later received a postcard confirming the registration and giving my polling place address. I went there today and there was a sign up saying that they were no longer a polling place and giving a phone number.
I don't have a cell phone, so I went home to make the call. I was given a new polling address. I went there, but I wasn't registered there. When I showed them the postcard confirming my registration, everyone got confused. Phone calls were made and I was finally allowed to vote.
When I complained about the confusion, one of the poll workers said, "Maybe it's you." I said, "Right, I mailed myself the postcard." Then came the hate stare.
I voted. I was number 58 at 1:00 p.m. Nobody votes, It's the "Town without pity" filled with Transients.
Nobody votes here, either.
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