In the past, voting has always made me feel cheerful and virtuous. After voting this year I felt ashamed and disgusted. As I walked out of the polling room, which is located in a seniors’ center, I heard some jazzy music and the sound of tap dancing. When I peeked into the room it was coming from I saw a group of elderly ladies taking a tap dancing class. They were really into it, faces alight.
This cheered me up considerably, but on the way home I lapsed back into despair. I stopped and bought some chocolate ice cream and some strawberry ice cream and some potato chips.
I didn’t know what else to do.
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