“We have two issues on the ballot,” my mom told me.
“I don’t think we have any,” I replied. “I didn’t get anything in the mail.”
My mom lives in the same county but a different city.
“Well you might want to drive by your polling place just in case,” she said.
So on my way to work at 10 A.M. I pulled into the parking lot of the community center, and there in front of the door was the polling place sign.
Son of a suffragist! They didn’t send me a sample ballot! Voter suppression! Big Marijuana! Tyrrany!
I parked and walked into the room where I’d voted in the last elections. The volunteer tables were set up with pens and lists. The little booths were just where they’d been last time. The only thing that was different this time was that no one was in the room. I looked into the room next door. Some kind of party with a buffet. I didn’t want to bother them. I looked around the voting room again. Why on Earth would it be empty? Was there an emergency evacuation of some sort? Did I miss the rapture? I thought the chances of a whole room of voters and volunteers making the cut for the rapture while a little girl was still eating at the buffet next door extremely unlikely. Twilight Zone still seemed plausible though.
A man meandered by. I said, “Excuse me, do you know what’s going on with the voting? I didn’t think our city had anything on the ballot, but I saw the sign.”
“It’s a set,” he said.
I waited for him to say more.
“It’s a film set,” he clarified. “We’re filming for History Channel. But good job with your civic duty.”
I gaped. Almost as hard to believe as some Twilight Zone situation. “Well you picked a hilarious day to do it.”