An Election Day Tale
Nov. 3rd, 2009 06:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
davidschrothWe got a call this afternoon. A woman who lives in Stevens Square wanted to know if we could provide her with a ride to her polling place.
Not a problem.
I set out in the Matrix, bearing a card containing her name, address, and telephone number. I did manage to leave my coat and cell phone behind.
But I get to the building reasonably quickly, and hit a minor problem - there is no person by that name living in the building. But the guard is helpful, and figures out the correct name, and sends me up to her apartment.
So I collect her, and drive her to her polling place, which is not actually all that close to her residence. I drop her off under the awning, and go park the car. And then I go inside, and exchange small talk with the registration judge while she votes. We have a nice time chatting - turnout has been *very* light - less than 200 voters recorded by 1600.
She finishes voting, and we head back to the car. And when we're almost there, suddenly she's on the ground, on her back. I ask if she's ok, while I help her collect her gloves and regain her feet. She allows how it was just a small seizure - she's been suffering from seizures of all kinds since she was four years old.
But I get her back to the car, and back to her building, and she seems none the worse for wear.
I marvel at how turnout is low, and this woman still manages to get to her polling place and vote.
And kudos to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
minnehaha B, since it's pretty clear that she got our number from the literature drop he did this morning.
Not a problem.
I set out in the Matrix, bearing a card containing her name, address, and telephone number. I did manage to leave my coat and cell phone behind.
But I get to the building reasonably quickly, and hit a minor problem - there is no person by that name living in the building. But the guard is helpful, and figures out the correct name, and sends me up to her apartment.
So I collect her, and drive her to her polling place, which is not actually all that close to her residence. I drop her off under the awning, and go park the car. And then I go inside, and exchange small talk with the registration judge while she votes. We have a nice time chatting - turnout has been *very* light - less than 200 voters recorded by 1600.
She finishes voting, and we head back to the car. And when we're almost there, suddenly she's on the ground, on her back. I ask if she's ok, while I help her collect her gloves and regain her feet. She allows how it was just a small seizure - she's been suffering from seizures of all kinds since she was four years old.
But I get her back to the car, and back to her building, and she seems none the worse for wear.
I marvel at how turnout is low, and this woman still manages to get to her polling place and vote.
And kudos to
minnehaha B, since it's pretty clear that she got our number from the literature drop he did this morning.
