"Hey, Fresca," my neighbor hollered from downstairs, "Do you want to come down and meet Robert Lilligren? He's going door to door, getting people out to vote before the polls close.""I already voted," I hollered back, from my bubble bath, "and I'm in the tub."
"Well, come down and meet him anyway, or are you busy?" he said.
"I'm in the TUB!" I repeated, louder.
"Oh, OK, that'd be busy."
And then I remembered:
This is an item on the list of Stuff to Do I wrote at my birthday: meet my city council member. And here he was at my door.
"Wait, wait," I yelled, "I'm coming down!"
I leaped out of the tub, wrapped myself in a towel and ran downstairs with bubbles sticking to the ends of my hair. I shook hands damply with a surprised--and amused--Lilligren, who was standing on the porch talking to my neighbor.
I thanked him for his work [he's a good guy, one of those community organizers], and I told him I'd been voter #16 at 2 p.m.
He laughed and said, "Then you know your vote really counts."
Darn. I just checked my list, and I see I have only partially fulfilled item #4. The other part says I get a "gold star for asking [my council member] out to lunch."
Maybe this time I'd better go to the mountain.
So, are you and Lilligren going to lunch?
ReplyDeleteMaybe later.
ReplyDeleteSee, I forgot that was part of my plan, or I'd have asked him right there on the porch.