I went to the mall this evening after having dinner to participate in the vote. While I will not discuss my political viewpoints here (sorry, aunts), I will say that I take pride in being able to voice my opinion. People say that their vote doesn’t count, but if everyone said that then there wouldn’t be a vote. We wouldn’t have the political system that we do.
My point is that there was a male duo walking by while I was in line, and I heard a quote that is not so unique anymore, a quote no one shouldn’t take pride in. The one male says to his friend, “I don’t have time for that shit.” That’s right, folks, I said “shit.” Discuss!
This gentleman was around my age range, say, early to mid twenties. He was walking around the mall on a Tuesday evening with a friend who is just as patriotic as himself, I would imagine. His pants were down enough to see the unflattering boxers (apparently the 90s are not over). His cap was backwards (again, 90s are back). Call me stereotypical, but it looks like we in America have a case of the lazies.
Get angry. In fact, I encourage it – but only if you strongly believe that I’m acting unfairly. Let’s be realistic and say that it doesn’t take a lot to pay attention to what’s going on in the world, and likewise it doesn’t take a lot to pay attention to what our country is up to.
Like upstanding citizens of the world (though that’s up for debate), I pay taxes. I follow the law. I don’t do anything against my country. But when I stand in line to cast my vote on this country’s future and a little turd like that walks by claims he’s too busy…well that’s simply annoying.
I’d love to carry on with this, but I have a paper to write. Afterward, I may attend a political party. Cut the cake. You know, because I have time for that kind of shit.
Wait…before I go…I forgot to tell you a story. (Cue Kristin saying “Story time!”)
A few minutes after the little punk walked by, the gorgeous man in front of me bent down and picked up a buy-one-get-one-free dinner coupon from Granite City. It went a little something like this…
Man: (turns to me) Did you see anyone drop this?
Me: (looks at paper, looks at man, laughs) No, I don’t think so.
Man: (smiles) Finders keepers.
Me: Looks like it’s your lucky day.
Woman behind me: Someone is bribing you, I think.
Man: I guess so!
Me: John Hoeven loves Granite City, hint hint.
Me: No, seriously. I met him there once.
It’s not really funny, but I found it convenient that I really did meet John Hoeven at GC once, and now we were in line determining whether or not he’s going to help lead the country. I wonder if I voted for him. Better yet, I wonder if the gorgeous man did. He looked like a Republican-type…and strangely I mean that in a good way.
Did you vote today?