so i got up this morning to rock my vote, with giddy anticipation i headed down to the fire station on new fire department road. it wasn’t as busy as i thought it would be. i got to walk right up to the little old lady behind the A-G registration list. i gave her my name and as i bent to sign in, i noticed above my name Challenged: Postal Return.
“what’s that mean?” i asked the little old lady with the dyed black hair.
“oh, it means that something mailed to you was returned. do you have your license?”
“sure,” i said as i popped my license out of my wallet.
“is this your current address?” she asked.
“yep, it’s the same address i had last presidential election.”
“ok,” she said. “give this to the lady over there.”
“is that it?” i asked.
“yes,” she said.
“so can i tell everyone i was challenged?”
“you sure can, honey.”
wahoo! i was a freedom fighter for deomcracy, or something. i dunno. all my co-workers are laughing at my challenge. they claim it’s the nosering and the streaky hair.
also, i cried on the way to work today. because as i was taking a right off of burgerking drive, onto highway five, i saw two men with bush cheney signs. people were honking their horns off, and i was a little sad because bush cheney makes me wanna vomit.
but then i turned my head, and here right next to the burgerking on burgerking drive was another guy with one homemade sign that said “STOP THE LIES BUSH!” and then a kerry edwards sign.
and then i burst into goobery democratic happy tears, complete with goosebumps.