This is a story my husband told me when he got home from grocery shopping this morning. I asked him to write it down so that it could be posted at my Obama blog and here at Making Good Mondays. We are both sure that there are thousands more like this one. I thought it was important that this anonymous young woman get recognition for her contribution to our community. The story follows, as my husband (AKA "Seven of Nine") wrote it --
The young lady checking my groceries was very pleasant. Since on one else was in line, her pace allowed for conversation. I was helping sack the groceries and mentioned that one of my first jobs was doing just that for 35 cents an hour, and that I was delighted to be employed. This led to a back and forth between us on what 35 cents would buy way back in that time period, along with what today's wages would provide for her.
At this point I expressed my hope that times would be better for all of us, now that President-elect Barack Obama would be running the show, but that we couldn't expect miracles. My obvious admiration for Barack Obama was a "green light" for her to tell me her own story:
I voted for him on November 4. It was my very first time to vote and no one told me what to expect. So I put on my best dress and wore high heels. I wanted to look my best, but had no idea how long I would be standing in line.
It was all worth it when I voted, then was pointed out as a first time voter. Everyone cheered. I felt really proud, good about myself. Next time, though, I won't wear high heels.
My topical post today at South by Southwest and The Reaction is about politics.
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