Okay, there wasn’t any tension. A couple booths were open so I was able to breeze in and out. It was a lovely Autumn afternoon and everybody seemed to be pretty happy to be there. Even the guys who were denied the vote seemed to be okay with it.
“Can I register today to vote?” the lumberjack asked. “You can register now, but you can’t vote in this election,” the frizzy-haired volunteer chirped. “Maybe next time then…”
The other guy wasn’t on the rolls, but wouldn’t take a provisional ballot. Despite that, he went away with a big smile. Maybe it was gas.
– bob