Voting in Topanga Canyon
My old pot dealer's wife checked me in. I said, "I'm John Levenstein, American." She started laughing, then couldn't stop laughing, and things bogged down for a while. The other woman running the polling place put a provisional ballot in the official ballot box by mistake, and then swore us all to secrecy.
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Voting in Albany: Two elderly women are seated at the table in the WWI-era National Guard Armory. "Boscoe?" says one, "Like the store?"
"No," says the other, "That's Boscov. This is Boscoe".
"That's what I said, Boscoe. Like the store."
"No, this is Boscoe, like the chocolate drink".
The conversation is repeated at every election.
I had to convince the non-elderly women helping out in Hoboken that "Silbert" would be on the page BEFORE Simon.
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