So the volunteers at the polling place are all senior citizens. For the most part they are smiling and friendly. The little old guys chat with my daughter while I fill out the required forms. They ask about her baby brother. They are NICE. She is a KID. That's what normal people do.
We wheel over to the "booth" which is this odd easel/desk thing with an electronic voting machine upon it. In the past when I take my daughter with me to vote I let here touch the screen to cast my ballot. I direct her, watch her so that my vote is correct, but I let her do the touch-screen entry. She loves it. Then she gets the "I voted" sticker and we go on our merry way. But not today. Today, the 3-pack a day smoker volunteer hollered at us, "She can't touch the voting machine".
I think I gave the appropriate 'are you REALLY hollering at me' look over my shoulder. But she insisted that my 4 year old could not actually touch the machine.
Seriously?
I considered buying her another pack of cigarettes to help her end her miserable existance after I heard that unmistakeable smokers cough, but I was trying to be a good mom/role model for my daughter.
My daughter of course is accustomed to voting with me so she was thoroughly disappointed. I hope that Miss Cranky Pants enjoyed her moment of authority at the polling place.
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