
One of the traditions is to be the first in line, and the second is to get into a ruckus with the little old blue haired matrons that are paid to monitor the voting. There is at least one supervisor, and least one assistant supervisor and then there is a plethora of those that choose not to be supervised.
This morning, they were close to calling a gendarme in on me, and a uniformed officer actually did arrive on the scene, but he was only there to exercise his constitutional right to vote. Note to self: Try a little bit harder NOT to rile those ladies up. And, another note to self: What fun would that be?
Deeds, Actions, Changes, I VOTED, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!
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