Today was Indiana’s primary election day and I hurried and voted at around five since the polls were going to close at six; I could have gone earlier, but elected to shower since I didn’t want to be one of The Great Unwashed. I thought the little group of poll workers was a tad passively off-putting. Not that they were nasty, more as if the Ice Cream truck had been circling the building but never stopped for orders.

I wonder if a much higher percentage of one party’s registered voters turned up to vote than the other. Hmmmm, maybe I’ll check the totals per precinct tomorrow and figure it out. And perhaps since I was there at day’s end, there had been “snarky words” already exchanged.

Anyway, I voted and got my “I voted today” sticker and went on to the grocery where I hit the meat counter just at Manager’s Special time. Another person – a man – had blocked off access with his cart, but I thought, “Not today, bozo,” and made him share. Maybe voting is empowering in more ways than one.