Today was election day in Ontario. We’re voting for our new members of provincial parliament (MPPs) and our new premier. We’re also having a referendum about how to vote – whether it be first-past-the-post, or whether we should switch to mixed-member-proportional (MMP).
Fun fact about me – I love voting. I value the privilege of being able help elect our government. Too bad that my choices never seem to win! But seriously, I think it’s incredibly important to vote and I wish more people felt that way.
But this isn’t why I’m giggly. I’m giggly about what happened at our local election hall earlier tonight.
Sean and I went to the election hall (actually the public school near our house) earlier tonight. We got to bypass the front crowd since we had our voting cards and could skip the registration lines. Skipping lines always makes you feel cool so we went to the polling station in a good mood. We were both processed quickly and ended up beside each other behind our separate voting screens.
That was when Sean got a little silly. He started talking in different voices: “Vote for .” “Yeah! He’s right, vote for that guy!” Don’t worry – I didn’t fall for his ruse. I love my husband, but I don’t always agree with his politics. Then he couldn’t figure out how to fold the ballots. (use the folds they made for you!). I started giggling and I’m surprised we didn’t get in trouble for talking to each other while behind the screens. Never mind that Sean threatened to vote for me just before he gave me my card that he was holding for me. We weren’t looking at each other’s ballots or anything – we were just being silly. By the time we got in the car, I was laughing so hard I could hardly talk without giggling.
This story probably doesn’t translate well in writing – it’s probably one of those “you had to be there” kind of stories. However, the moral of the story is this: voting is way more fun when you go with someone else.