Although I want to say something like "I should have been doing this all along!" (which, I know, I probably should have), I just never liked the idea of pledging my support for some turd sandwich or giant douchebag.
So two days ago, on November 4th, 2008, I voted for a dude I kinda like. I voted for some other stuff too, and unlike those old people in Florida 8 years ago, I found it to be a smooth and easy experience (just connect two lines right? wtf is so hard?).
Yet, despite all the gushing over Obama, my favorite part was the actual polling place.
The back of my voter pamphlet let me know my polling place was:
Garage
628 Haight St
BTW Steiner St & Pierce St
...less than a block away, sweet!But wait, theres a place called "Garage" on Haight Street?
So I walk up, curious to see what this establishment known as "Garage" would be. Could it be a bar I'd never heard of? Could it be a coffee shop? Maybe a restaurant?
Nope.
Just some dudes garage.
1 comment:
I would have prefered to vote at your place over mine. I was a Armenian Apostolic Church St Gregory youth center. I have to say, trying to decide the fate of the election with children screaming over my shoulder was not the best of times.
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