tori-e
05-12-2009, 06:13 PM
Just found today a bit amusing…
I changed my name almost two years ago but, as expected, my provincial voting card came a few weeks ago with my old male name on it. Today was voting day and since my card was wrong, I wasn’t going to go. But at the last minute thought what the heck.
I took my voting card, name change certificate and drivers license to the polling place. At the door I was greeted by someone that directed me to the registration table. I knew him fairly well about ten years ago, but he didn’t seem to recognize me. I wasn’t about to say, “Hey, remember me? I used to be so and so…”
When I got to the registration table, I told the lady I had my card, but my name had changed. She said “Oh congratulations!” As if I had just gotten married. I said that I had just changed my first name and she started filling out the form. Wrote down my old name and new name, checked the female box on the form. The only comment she made was about the unusual spelling of my middle name. Then I was sent to the polling station.
And elderly couple was running the station. I gave them my form and ID and the man tried to find my name. Even while looking at my male name the woman referred to me, as she, and they wrote down some numbers and gave me my ballot.
I voted and left and said goodbye to the man at the door.
I find it so funny when we all run around worried about being clocked, and when they have it right in their face they still don’t see it. I wonder if they get home that night and go “Hey, that woman? Was she a woman or…” :battingeyelashes:
Terri
I changed my name almost two years ago but, as expected, my provincial voting card came a few weeks ago with my old male name on it. Today was voting day and since my card was wrong, I wasn’t going to go. But at the last minute thought what the heck.
I took my voting card, name change certificate and drivers license to the polling place. At the door I was greeted by someone that directed me to the registration table. I knew him fairly well about ten years ago, but he didn’t seem to recognize me. I wasn’t about to say, “Hey, remember me? I used to be so and so…”
When I got to the registration table, I told the lady I had my card, but my name had changed. She said “Oh congratulations!” As if I had just gotten married. I said that I had just changed my first name and she started filling out the form. Wrote down my old name and new name, checked the female box on the form. The only comment she made was about the unusual spelling of my middle name. Then I was sent to the polling station.
And elderly couple was running the station. I gave them my form and ID and the man tried to find my name. Even while looking at my male name the woman referred to me, as she, and they wrote down some numbers and gave me my ballot.
I voted and left and said goodbye to the man at the door.
I find it so funny when we all run around worried about being clocked, and when they have it right in their face they still don’t see it. I wonder if they get home that night and go “Hey, that woman? Was she a woman or…” :battingeyelashes:
Terri