Wednesday, November 05, 2008
The Poll Workers Tango
Reading on a kindle at the Portland Airport.
You know you're a Democrat when you're already worrying about the 2010 elections.
My husband and I pulled a two-hour shift at a poll yesterday, standing with the sign of a colleague running for State Rep (not us in the pic and he did win).
It's an unusual situation-- when you and "rival" party workers are suddenly forced to stand shoulder to shoulder for a lengthy time without getting into a shouting match or acting uncivilly.
Instead, you try to find common ground, agree that the economy stinks and those mortgage companies and banks are evil. That our house values have plummeted, that the car industry is in big trouble, that the school system may have to lay off teachers.
What neither of us says aloud is that "our guy" would improve the situation.
We each let the conversation trail off at that point.
Because, after all, this campaign worker lives just a few blocks away from me; we'll see each other in Traders Joes or at the library.
We even offer to hold each other signs as we go to the bathroom, or get a drink. She offers me a chair; I offer her my cellphone.
We're neighbors in the end. We share more than we think. We want to get along. We all want to get along. It's been so long since we did.