Anyway, I went with my parents first thing in the morning since I thought there would be much more hoopla. Nope, no hoopla to speak of. I signed my name in ink, waited for my dad to vacate the archaic voting terminal and stepped in. I'm not sure how many people have experienced one of these wonderfully ancient turquoise contraptions but you have a mammoth lever which you pull to close a pair of curtains directly behind you. The lever calls images of flipping the proverbial switch for an electric chair or stopping a steaming locomotive before running over many distressful a damsel to mind. It's heavy duty to say the least. I like it a lot.
In fact I'm so fond of the booth I would very much like to aquire one to make proceedings in my future household both fair and patriotic. Think of it, training children the responsibility of their own future a few short switches away. No longer will the dreaded question of what's for dinner be posted, the ballot will wait at home and everyone sitting down to eat will have their say.
Of course like many other systems it isn't fool proof, but there is a lesson for the young voters. Do your homework and research that dinner you're ordering, otherwise you might accidentally pick something that you didn't know you wouldn't like. The sting of a wasted vote will be much more potent because the taste of a lousy meal comes on a lot sooner than that of 4-6 years of another poor choice.
I feel sorry for my children and needless to say I quite frankly have very little idea who I voted for, and yes that is my own fault. On the bright side I have 2 years ahead of me to try and work it out.
On a completely seperate and unrelated note, will the Seagulls from 'Finding Nemo' please sit down as awesomest/zaniest supporting random characters from an animated film, Slugs from 'Flushed away;' take a bow. Eeeeeeeekkk!
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