Poll Workers (Note, I hear: Pole Workers)

It's finally Election Day.  An exciting day for so many reasons . . . and an amusing one.  Listening to the radio on my commute to Oakland, NPR heavily covered voter activity.  There were many interviews with "poll workers", which I stereotyped by their somewhat nasely, soft-spokeness as nerd-types, and now I envisioned them "working the pole."  Many discussed how long they have been poll (pole) workers.  One man said he brought home an application to his stay-at-home-wife encouraging her to become a poll (pole) worker.  "Honey," he urged, "you would get a lot of satisfaction from being a poll (pole) worker."  I chuckled to myself in my twisted little brain.  A news reporter said he was admonished by The Head Poll (pole) Worker not to take photographs. Hee-hee.

Ok, time to be mature now. . . the moment has come . . . time to go vote.  And check out my local poll (pole) workers.