Write something which takes place at: the polling station.
Today was the final day for those wishing to vote in the advance polls ahead of next Monday's federal election. Kat and I took the opportunity after having lunch in town and Max came with us. I'm quite confident he had no idea what was going on but I was still glad to have a chance to expose him to the process.
The Blue Jays put together another huge game today, this time winning 8-4. This sets up a deciding game five on Wednesday. I suspect I will be watching between my fingers.
Heading up to Penticton tomorrow for an appointment and to run a couple errands. It still feels a little weird to not be going up there on Saturdays.
"So... who are you voting for?"
"Who you voting for?"
"I'm pretty sure that's none of your business."
"Ah, come on. I'm just making small talk."
"In fact, I'm pretty sure it's illegal for you to ask me that."
"What are you gonna do girl, call the cops? They got worse folk to worry about than little old me, don't you think?"
"What I think is that this is highly inappropriate."
"I'm just a dude talking to a chick. What's so wrong with that?"
"I am trying to cast my vote..."
"... and you're the one who will be accepting my ballot."
"True. Be a doll, won't you, and make sure you put your number on there too."