… but enough about me

Just before my husband voted yesterday, one of the ancient poll workers was chatting him up.

“McMillan!” he said, looking at his last name. “Ah… like McMillan and Wife.”

“I can’t believe he turned out to be a homosexual,” said a woman.

Another woman spoke up. “It seems like everyone is. There’s 10 million of ’em.”

“It’s terrible,” said another. And everyone at the table murmured and shook their heads.

Truly, you never know where one will end up. Maybe even right in front of you. Trying to vote. Doing his civic duty. Well, way to go, old folks! You’ve just committed voter intimidation.

But what’s Jeff going to do — yell at an old man? His calling the election board to report the situation was probably more effective. And by that, unfortunately, I mean “probably not effective at all.”

Is the board really going to screen for anti-gay bias? They should. Would it be acceptable for one of them to spout off their views on a racial or ethnic minority? About women’s rights? Never. Especially on a Primary day, when every citizen can cast an equal vote.