So what happened to the greasy cooter who once stood by the door on your way out of the precinct? You know the guy who'd have a freshly peeled sticker for you that says, "I Voted Today, Did You?"
The one who would block the door--a big smile on his face--and press an adhesive billboard for voting on your chest? He always seemed so eager, so determined to touch you. I know he must have made the women shudder--this man who surely had a calendar full of little red "Xs" marking down the time until election day. The first to arrive and volunteer, he'd quickly claim the sticker job and seize the opportunity to make a new friend or two.
There was even a stretch when this man was relegated to asking politely if he could put the sticker on--but now, in the 21st century, the little guy has been given an unfortunate prop--a table he must sit behind, removed from my personal space. There he spreads his array of stickers on a sad little table, and watches mournfully as we pick up, peel, and secure our own "I'm A Voter" sticker.
The sticker guy read freakonomics. http://www.freakonomics.com/times1106col.php
Vano, send me an email so we can trade more silly vids.
Posted by: J. Andree | November 21, 2006 at 05:40 PM