Voting?

V Voting in a very small town has its own, unique flavor.
I go in. I state my name to the silver haired lady at the table.
She hands me a ballot and I go to the curtained booth where the pencil is sharp and I am curiously alone.

When I am done I poke my ballot into a polished wooden box. The lady who monitors the box holds a ruler to stuff stubborn ballots in with. She smiles brightly at me and I exit.

In the back hall there are home baked goods. Brownies, cookies, macaroons and more. You can have one just for voting... but donations go to the library or some other worthy cause. The woman at the tables grin broadly and offer sweets. I skip the baked goods but make a small donation. I love small towns.