Yesterday

Bizarre incident: I went to the store to get Vaporub. As I was waiting in line, kind of struggling with breathing a bit more than I would have liked, I remembered another time when I was at a pharmacy and an older man pointed at me and seemingly made fun of me. (I must have had a sour look on my face, not feeling good about breathing will do that.) I was glad he wasn't there this time. But then a blond woman in the check out line commented to the man in front of her, "You must be with a Spanish woman, right? I knew it. Once you're with one of us, you never want to go back to a white girl." Then she looked at me and smiled. I thought, "Are you kidding me? Spanish. As in European? Really? I am not competing with you to hit on a random stranger in the checkout line. LOL." The man was so taken by her charm, he paid for her purchase and then they went outside and had a closer conversation. Perhaps there was a phone number exchange. I should have said, "Hey sister, did you vote today? Did you have anything else on your mind, besides hitting on the guy in the checkout line? 'Cause you might tomorrow, you know?" Well, maybe not. Maybe they're orchestrating a post-election rendezvous. And in the evening, there was my ballot. My provisional ballot. Because my information was wrong at my correct polling place. Afterwards, I went home and looked it up online. It was not wrong online. It was correct. I did the correct thing and that was online. But it was wrong in person, on paper. I feel dead. But that is not a unique sentiment today.