You Want Me To Do it WHEN?

I voted. At 6 am. I did not intend to vote before God got up. My plan was to gently awaken at 8, do my usual “routine,” and saunter in around 10 am, after the morning rush, vote, then possibly traipse to Starbucks for a celebratory Chai Tea Latte, Venti.

But. No. At 5:45 Kevin’s alarm goes off and he says, “Wake up! We’ll beat the rush and vote when the polls open.” I tried to convince him that the polls would be packed by people stopping by on their way to work and that the really sane people wait until later. But it probably came out “ashgniw ssdfo iucnw ef vlksdf. Pot sdf b dsfsdfg ummmmsmmmgrrrrrumph” because, let’s be frank, I was delirious.

However, I did my wifely duty and got out of bed to accompany my husband, as I have at least one other time that I can remember, to vote. I wanted to stay in my jammies in protest. But I didn’t. I wanted to grab a diet coke as I stumbled out the door. I didn’t. Looking back I should have stayed in my jammies, got a diet coke, AND my pillow, a folding chair and my laptop…

As I predicted, the polls were packed. “Packed” in this instance means that out of the 17,000 people currently living in Spencer County, Kentucky, over half wanted to vote before 7 am.

You don’t need a play-by-play but let me just say it took over an hour to complete the entire process. Without a diet coke. I don’t think I can stress this enough.

My sister just called. She lives in Washington, D.C. It took her a total of 15 minutes to vote, counting the 10 minutes in travel time there and back. Either 10 am is the “sweetspot” for voting nirvana, or the citizens of D.C. are anti-American scum. That’s all I’m saying.

I'm thrilled to have the privilege to participate in my country but I would have liked to have been awake

Glad I Voted. Even More Glad That God’s In Charge at: marcyjoybryan@gmail.com