I take my voting privilege seriously. I do believe that I have never missed the opportunity to vote at any election at any level of government. I rushed to my polling station after work today, only to find that my booth had the longest lineup. It is Murphy's law, I'm sure. There were 12 of us the whole time, while only one or two or none at the other eleven stations. Two in front of me was a party of immigrants of undisclosed origin. Of course, the spelling of the name was an issue, and the fact that one of them had no voting card made me realise it was going to be a long wait. An interpreter was sent over and in spite of one of them having no back-up ID, they were all eventually allowed to vote. While I was waiting, I heard the conversation of the very young couple behind, looking like they were not old enough to vote. It was apparent that they were going to put an 'x' beside the Marxist Leninist candidate. Needless to say, I was seething and trying not to turn on them and give them a history lesson.
Canada! What a great place.
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Hey, that was pretty much the same scenario in our line up - go figure!
O Canada!
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