Jim said if I didn't feel like driving myself to the polling place(which I didn't) that I could go with him, but we needed to leave immediately.
I get into the car and tell him that my hair was still wet and I wasn't wearing a bra.
He quipped: "You're not wearing a bra? Then you can't vote"
I respond: "You don't know how accurate that is in some countries, where what a woman wears or does not wear determines if she can vote or not."
We arrive at the fire station and he gives his name, and I thought one of the poll workers was yanking his chain when he asked, "Jim Amster?? Not THE Jim Amster, are you?"
Turns out it was a friend from graduate school..they both went to Stanford.
He then said, "small world..come get your ticket to enter the booth. Your wife cannot vote without a bra"
(OK..he didn't. I'm just trying to make dumb jokes to mask my fear of a red tidal wave)
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