So this morning when I went into the polling place before work, I stood before the table and the lady asked who I am, and I told her, then she asked for my ID, because this is Brownbeckistan, and I gave it to her. Meanwhile, the woman with the book, one chair down, was looking me up, and asked for my address. I gave it, and the woman holding my ID said, Ope! Wait a minute! You said your address is N D Street, and this ID says B D Street. Sure enough, there was a typo on my [new this summer] damned license [and how the heck did they manage that one, anyway?] So then the ID-Holding person said, Youll have to fill out an affadavit ballot. and I know I turned red, because she handed me back my ID with a look of vague unease on her face. Meanwhile, the woman with the book said, Oh, I found you, and you stated the address in the book correctly, so no problem which affadavit lady looked like she was going to try to object to. I said, So youre not going to try to block me from voting? giving ID biddy the side-eye, DARING her to pull any shyte. She met my eye and settled down into her seat. Book Lady said, Oh, we wouldnt try to block you. I said, I sure hope not. and took my ballot and filled it out. As I was leaving, a different woman offered helpful advice about getting my ID fixed. I thanked her, saying, Gotta love the DMV, eh? Freaking ID laws. Freaking Brownbeckistan.
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 23:08:49 +0000
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