The inimitable BobLee Swagger hies his estimable self down to the local voting precinct and, as is usually the case with BLS, hilarity ensues. An excerpt:
I’m normally lenient with the occasional “double-dipper†coming back for a second ballot. When Bertha would try to hand someone a stack of ballots I would walk over to her table and give her the evil eye. She would claim the dozen ballots “were stuck togetherâ€.
The fun comes late in the day when a couple of shifty-eyed types would appear and head over to the ballot box. My line is “Hi there fellows, I’m BobLee with the GOP, whatcha got in that bag?†They mumble and leave.
