As I picked up my dry cleaning yesterday, a man smelling of alcohol wandered into the store and leaned forward to me.
“Hey man,” he said as he extended his fist for a fist bump, “you vote?”
“Beg your pardon. Am I broke?”
“No,” he mumbled, trying to focus his eyes on me. “Do you vote?”
“Yes, I do,” I said.
He nodded. “Well, I vote, too!”
“Is that right?” I said.
“Yeah,” he said, “and I got it all figured out.”
“Really?” I smiled, amused. ” Okay, sir, tell me what you got!”
“You see, I hear what each candidate has to say, ” he said as he swayed. “I see where everything balances out, you see?”
He put his hands out by his side like they were two sides of a balance. “And I see who’s gonna win and then I vote for them!”
Before I was able to thank him for this advice, he wandered out into the parking lot and down the street.
I think there are lot of people that vote like this guy does.