… even if you’re pretty certain you’re on opposite sides of the fence.
Phone call between me and my girl, Lizzie, yesterday:
Lizzie: What are you doing?
Me: Oh, just filling out my stupid early voting ballot. I’m trying to read up on all the propositions, but I don’t even understand half of them.
Lizzie: I know, I was looking at mine earlier. And no where on the thing does it give a deadline of when you have to mail it by.
Me: RIGHT? I was totally looking for that, too. And all the judges. Like I have time to individually research 25 judges and whether I feel like they’re doing a good job.
Lizzie: Totally; it’s ridiculous. But it seems like it’s going to be… close… so I feel like I need to get my vote in.
Me: Yeah, it does seem to be a tight race… I would feel like an asshole if I didn’t support… the cause … and actually vote and then we lose.
Lizzie: Right? Every vote counts… for your candidate. You know, the one who you’re voting for.
Me: And we definitely want to support our candidate. Because he’s the one we want to win.
Lizzie: It’s so great that we’re always on the same page.
Me: I know, right?
See, Facebook? It CAN be done.