Voting DayPosted: November 6, 2014
Bill and I had just come in from voting and Mom called me over.
“You know, today’s voting day,” she commented. “Don’t forget to go.”
“We just did,” I replied. “It was really packed.”
“At the polling place, you know, the church,” I said, walking toward the hallway. “I’ve never seen so many people there, especially at this time of day.”
“Well old people like to get out early, you know,” she said.
“It’s almost lunch time, Mom” I responded as I walked away.
“If you say so,” she said, flipping through the TV guide. “By the way…” she called out me as I was halfway down the hall. I back-peddled into the foyer to see what she had to say. “Was it crowded?” she asked.
“Mom, I just said it was packed.”
“Oh, okay, that’s what I thought you said. But was it crowded?”
“No, but it was moist,” I yelled over my shoulder as I made a hasty retreat into the office.
“Probably because it was packed,” she muttered.