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4213 is an odd number
Tuesday was the first election since our move to a new town. I figured I was doing well to find the actual voting place, but it seems I was supposed to know my district number as well. Four voting districts each with its own table and voting booth were represented in the building. A map on the wall showed that my street was right on the dividing line between districts. I started with district 1.
“Hi, I’m not sure I’m at the right table.”
“Address?”
“4213 Clover”
“OK, let’s see.” [Mumble, mumble, discuss something about odd/even house numbers] “Try table 4”
So I moved to table 4. “Hi, district 1 sent me over here.”
“Name?”
“Jeremy Stein”
“Hmmm… it’s not in the book. What’s your address?”
“4213 Clover”
“Let’s see… Clover Street. Yes, we have the even numbers. I guess you’ll need to fill out a provisional ballot. Now, where are those…”
“Oh, so odd numbers are at table 1?”
“Uh, yes…” [Confused look]
I moved back to table 1. They gave up trying to determine whether my address was in their district and just looked up my name. It was there. I signed in and voted.
3 Comments
- Tara Stein replied:
I thought the more interesting part of this story was the part where the wife got confused and went to the wrong building, leaving you to jog 6.5 miles (in the cold, in the rain, uphill both ways).
And the liberals are still going to win until I finish raising some more non-partisan conservatives to turn the tide.
November 8th, 2007 at 12:42 pm. Permalink.
- Shannon replied:
I assume there is some truth to my dear sister’s comment? Was it really only 6.5 miles?
November 11th, 2007 at 9:51 pm. Permalink.
- Jeremy replied:
She’s exaggerating a bit. I had already jogged half that distance there. She was supposed to come vote and drive me home, but didn’t show up. So, it was only half that distance home.
But it was uphill both ways.
January 3rd, 2008 at 10:34 am. Permalink.
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