I voted this morning. I was the 151st vote cast in my precinct. There wasn't a line checking in, but I had to wait behind two people to check out. The guy in front of me, clearly an octogenarian, gave the septuagenarian poll worker his address.
Man: 10 Thorndike Street
Woman: Did you say 10, honey?
Man: Honey?! I am on the market.
Woman: (giggles like a school girl)
Man: I need someone to cook for me.
Woman: (stops giggling) I don't cook!
Me, to the old man: I think you blew it.
Man: I think so, too. (Leaves)
Me, to the Woman: I thought he had a chance.
Woman: He thought so, too, but I don't cook and I don't clean windows!