I got out and voted today. Our polling place is at the Baptist church that had the Holy Ghost Wiener Roast. Seriously. The sign was still up. Right after we, my brother and I, voted, we went across the street to J & J's Cafe and had lunch and contemplated the whole situation. The daily special, for me, beef tips and noodles and for Bro, a burger.
The bad thing about lunch is there wasn't a dadgum piece of pie left by lunch time. The gal that has this little cafe out here in the boonies makes the best pies. All home made... coconut creme pie, pecan pie, lemon meringue, banana, chocolate... I could go on but I might cry because there was none, NONE, left.
We decided that all the folks that voted early stepped out of the voting booth and went across the street and had them some pie and coffee. No other explanation for it. When I put my ballot in the box I noted that I was one of 5300 plus voters that had stuffed, er um, placed their ballot in the box, but I never conciously transferred that amount of people that might have helped wipe out the P.I.E.