Cuando YO VOTÉ
(when I voted)

I should have been humming this Puerto Rican reggaeton…

De mi vida TE BOTÉ, yo te boté, yeh, yeh, mami

(I dumped you, I dumped you, yeah yeah mami)

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I’m struggling here to put a post together at all cost. I mean it rhymes a little (voté, boté), and I was rasslin’ with some anger management issues in the voting booth. 😂

It’s a stretch, even for my usual junk posting. In my head, anything can be linked together.

I’m not really that much into Puerto Rican reggaeton, but it was playing in the background when I was watching a very fun video one time.

Really good looking people come from which part of the world?

For me:

— Yucatán Peninsula
— Cuba

😁

You’ll buckle down and start learning that Spanish.

Do you have favorites?

I went to the early vota-a-rama today. I knew it would take me about two seconds once I got the ballot. Got my free pen.

I enjoy stopping to exchange pleasantries with the people handing out things outside. A little chat, take their offerings, then head inside. I don’t care what they have because I’m not deciding anything that late anyway. I enjoy being greeted and greeting back.

Bi grapes. Yeah, right. Those grapes are gay and everybody knows it. 🌈🍇

Entertaining drama at the Bojangles’ (fast-food) drive-thru this morning!

The customer in front of me was violently shaking the sandwich at the window staff. Apparently it happens a lot because she knew right where to go in the bag and would not pull away until a thorough 29-point inspection was complete.

You know, just take things the way they come. Customizing all to hell invites problems. Go somewhere where people don’t eat regularly or where nobody understands a word of your language, then you’ll be glad to get anything at all.

When I get to the window, staff talk was still going on, lol:

“That GD bitch can rot in hell!”

Then they look at me:

“Good morning!!”

I was totally on their side. 😊

That customer is probably one of those who does six separate checks on a drive-thru order.