My Consolidated Oak
Nov. 29th, 2010 12:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyI've had a low-key sort of weekend. The most exciting thing that happened was discovering that I can now get organic bananas with their ends dipped in green wax as well as the organic bananas I usually buy with their ends dipped in red wax. Red, green, neither explains why organic bananas have their ends dipped in wax in the first place. One of life's little mysteries. Anyway, I bought a bunch of the green-tipped ones for the thrill of it all. Do you know what I live on, f-list? The edge.
I also voted in the state election. There was quite a queue at the primary school where I vote. By 'quite a queue', I mean I had to wait for five minutes. The man and woman in the queue behind me were outraged at this. After his first minute in the queue, he started harrumphing about how he should have brought a packed lunch with him, hahaha, which made no sense because the school's parents' group was running a sausage sizzle just outside the door. He could have spent his time having a snack instead of grizzling. She just whined about how lo-o-ong this wait was. Then one of the officials appeared and asked the queue if any of us were absentee voters (meaning would we need another electorate's papers) and one man at the back of the line said he was, so he got taken directly to the special absentee voting table, which caused the woman behind me to do some quiet and envious scoffing. Imagine if we were in one of those parts of the world where people die to vote. That would give her something to complain about.
Once the line snaked its way into the school gym, there was an area marked off with a sign saying ABSENT VOTERS and, appropriately, there was no-one there.
I also voted in the state election. There was quite a queue at the primary school where I vote. By 'quite a queue', I mean I had to wait for five minutes. The man and woman in the queue behind me were outraged at this. After his first minute in the queue, he started harrumphing about how he should have brought a packed lunch with him, hahaha, which made no sense because the school's parents' group was running a sausage sizzle just outside the door. He could have spent his time having a snack instead of grizzling. She just whined about how lo-o-ong this wait was. Then one of the officials appeared and asked the queue if any of us were absentee voters (meaning would we need another electorate's papers) and one man at the back of the line said he was, so he got taken directly to the special absentee voting table, which caused the woman behind me to do some quiet and envious scoffing. Imagine if we were in one of those parts of the world where people die to vote. That would give her something to complain about.
Once the line snaked its way into the school gym, there was an area marked off with a sign saying ABSENT VOTERS and, appropriately, there was no-one there.