your bagel, ma’am

I voted this morning. It’s always exciting, although the solemnity of the occasion was somewhat undercut by the licorice scented black marker that I used to fill in the little bubbles. I’m interested to see how it turns out. The older I get, the more interesting politics becomes.

Speaking of getting older, when I was getting a bagel at the student union the other day, the cashier called me ma’am. It usually doesn’t bother me, but at the student union? Right after my 27th birthday? Geez.