Yesterday, I voted. I always vote, partly because I care and want to make sure my voice is heard but it’s mostly because I am afraid of my mother. Even though she’s been gone for three years and I know in my heart that she is busy enjoying her well earned, peaceful, afterlife there are a few things that I am positive she would strike me down over.  Not voting is one of them.  Voting for a Republican is another.  So to all my passionately conservative readers don’t be mad at me, I am a Socialist purely out of fear. 

As luck would have it, my polling place is my daughters elementary school, where I had a parent teacher conference scheduled yesterday afternoon.  I figured that it would just be a quick stop.  I was wrong. 

The theme of today’s Word Wall Wednesday is my trip to the polls and it is another quick example of my irrational paranoia. If you don’t know what Word Wall Wednesday is, check out “If You Don’t Do Your Homework” to see how it came about.

* “I’m sorry Ms. Rickards you’re name is not on the list.”

* “Are you sure? Check Richards. It gets spelled wrong a lot.”

*  Then exactly four people proceeded to ask me a total of nine times if I was sure I hadn’t moved to a different spot or changed my last name.

* While my memory is not top notch, I am sure these things are something I would have remembered.

* Next the head volunteer came over and asked “Do you mind if I make a phone call?”

* Panic immediately kicks in, have I done something illegal? 

* I imagine being taken away in handcuffs, assuring Jackson that his sister will take very good care of him.

* I tell myself to relax, they don’t take away your right to vote until you commit a felony, it is just a clerical error.

* I would know if I did commit a felony, right?

*I wish the woman on the phone would stop looking at me so sternly over her glasses, I’m really freaking out.

*Maybe I should call someone to drive the getaway truck.

*Calm down, while library fines are not funny, they would have to be pretty high to be considered a felony.

* Okay, she’s done, don’t let her know you are about to flip.

*Nevermind, it turns out my name was misspelled as “Richards” and now I know why the election day volunteers don’t have paying jobs.

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