Today, my bio-units and I did the normal routine of attending morning mass and eating at the McDonald restaurant where I wanted to go after deciding last minute that talking to Emmer and Myrna is much better than Paws’ idea of going to the post office. As usual, the twosome was there with Maw and ‘Myrna’ talking more than Paw and Emmer.
The ratty haired blond woman came into the restaurant and sat herself near our table. Maw offered to pay for the homeless woman’s cup of senior coffee. I helped to give some three more non-dairy creamers and a bunch of napkins for the woman to sneak into her shopping cart outside. She has a sister working at the local Safeway market.
So there I was sitting and worrying about my vote not counting in tomorrow’s Primary Election. I had filled my Voter’s Registration card (which I received back in December 2007) while waiting for the foursome to finished their idle chit chat among themselves; signed and dated with the idea of driving my completed form to the Registrar of Voter’s building off of Berger Rd.
My suggestion was good enough that we drove to the place after dropping off Paws’ piece of mail. The location was near the San Jose Municipal Golf Course and parking was somewhat filled up. We managed to get a parking not too far off the main entrance and we found our way to the line.
The young clerks to the right counter directed us to the left side of the counter where this short, little Asian girl was waiting in line, telling me she was in front, duh! So I said to her rather loudly: ‘I hear you, thanks’! And in my mind I thought, ‘Dimwit’. So after waiting another minute or so this larger sized older woman wobbled over and processed the dimwit.
And then I was next. I was worried about not getting registered because I’ve not received any voting material through the mail and thought I had to re-register. But thank goodness I was still in the system since 1992 under a party that I thought I’d changed but couldn’t remember. I left that party the same and proceeded to wait in the short line again.
So up to the counter we went, filling out our yellow colored paper for the ‘Emergency Absentee Ballot’. According to Paw, there was a deadline for submitting absentee ballots. Paul had helped my bio-units get their coded sticker on the blue envelope and what looked like a bad photo copy of the ballot on legal-sized paper. I thought to myself this had to be the job done by a clerk. Maw said get an employment application, which Paul handed to me. Damn!
But my name wouldn’t pop up on the system and good thing a female clerk did something to correct my mailing address from an old post office box to the same old street address. And out came my coded sticker for the blue envelope. After we circled our preferences on this bad photo copy of a ballot, we folded the ‘ballots’, stuff those inside the blue envelopes, signed, dated and entered our mailing addresses.
My bio-units chose the ceramic wheel containing water to do the same job as the convenience of my pink tongue to seal our envelopes. The old lady helped them with the sealing. I gathered all three envelopes and stuffed those into the slot to the right side of the counter. We accomplished our ‘early bird’ voting in only thirty minutes time with the old fashioned paper system instead of waiting in long lines with the Diebold machine that even I couldn’t understand last year.
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