Actually, it was a bit weird, standing there in the voting booth looking at my name. It felt almost unladylike to vote for myself, but I did. When I walked into the polling station, which is the same one I've been going to since we moved to this house nine years ago, I happened to be aquainted with the poll worker standing at the door, who felt compelled to announce loudly that I was a candidate for county court judge, and everybody in the room looked up and I was really embarrassed, even though I know as a candidate I'm supposed to be really happy.
While I was standing in line to get a sandwich at lunch, a woman I never saw before told me she'd voted for me. That was cool.
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