On Tuesday two of my friends worked the polls. Please note which homophone I used.
Polls: Location to exercise your democratic right to vote.
Poles: Rods that appear to be fun to dance around but chafe more than you think.
Although these two friends of mine don’t know each other, they both sent back important messages for a single girl.
“I found where all the cute men are. Holy crap,” was one of the reports. Which may be the only poll that has never been taken: what is the voter turnout of the attractive?
My other friend joyously reported that she was poll watching at a fire station. With firefighters on duty.
Of all the ways I’ve thought of to meet people, I never considered hanging around a polling station. This has possibilities. And now I have a couple of years to perfect how to ask out a voter. I should probably check to see if that’s legal.
Maybe I’ll just stick with the firefighters.
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