Jelly-Legs

Details Matter.

I was at work on Monday with a stack of Library books and an application for an absentee ballot. Both are on Denver Ave. The Library is between the 300 and 400 blocks, and the address for the Tulsa Election Board is 555. Right across the street, and both are less than 3 blocks from where I work. What can go wrong?

I dropped off the library books and then stared to walk south. Seeing no "Tulsa Election Board" sign, I paused to look at the address on the form. 555... North Denver. The library is on South Denver.

10 city blocks is a long way to walk. Even better, I decided to see just how fast I could walk the distance. Why? Because I'm a moron. *Even* better, once I got about halfway and started to cramp up, I actually told myself, "No pain no gain!" and forced myself to walk faster. Why? Because I am brainless diddly-faced half-flat bendy-straw with delusions of competency.

Thankfully, there was a cool breeze. However, once I got inside the election board building, I went from "winded and warm" to "damp and limp" in about 2 seconds time. I looked down, and I could literally see my shirt going soggy.

I wobbled over to the front desk to turn in my absentee form, and the poor lady yelped. I looked like a drowning victim.

But it's all good. I won't have to fight crowds on election day. Also, all I had to do was semi-permanent damage to my calves, and I saved the price of one stamp!

Of course, once my actual ballot is mailed to me, I'll have to wander the downtown streets again to find somebody to notarize it.

*sigh*