I had (reluctantly) volunteered to pick up my niece from the shop on Wednesday. Guess what I heard in the twenty minutes I was there?
"No, I didn't vote..."
"I didn't like any of the candidates runnin' for office, so why bother.."
"On the news they said you only had 3 minutes in the booth..shoot, that wouldna been enough time for me to make up my mind.."
I frowned and shook my head, willing the beautician working on my niece to hurry.the.hell.up.
"I told ya'll Al.vin Gr.een was gonna mess up my straight party vote. Ain't no way I was votin for that fool.."
"These in between elections don't matter anyway. I only vote for the president.."
The list of pathetic excuses of 'why I didn't vote' went on and on. An old friend of my dearly departed Grandma sat silently flipping through some random magazine. She nodded at me.
"Did you vote, Penny?"
"Yes ma'am." I shuffled uncomfortably 'cause I knew what was coming next. My neice chose that moment to come through, finally.
"And how did you vote?" She's never one to mince words and loves to challenge me.
"I split the ticket." You could have heard a pin drop.
Grandma's friend smiled. "We taught you well."