Back To Normal (Relatively Speaking)
“I thought the deadline was today!” he said, and then uttered a perfect Homer Simpson-style “D’oh! Today’s Super Tuesday, isn’t it?” The clerk agreed.
So the man left, and I said “Hi, I’d like to register as an independent.”
The clerk looked incredulous – I got the definite impression she wasn’t expecting any business today – and I reminded her, “I told you last week I was switching back to independent as soon as I voted.”
“I didn’t think you meant the same day!”
“Same hour,” I corrected her. “I’m not staying Republican any longer than I have to. No offense to any Republicans here.”
The other clerk thought this was very funny, and when she gave me the registration form she said “It takes 90 days to go through, you know.”
“That’s okay,” I said cheerfully. “So far as I’m concerned, the republicanism stops as soon as I sign this – here!” and I signed and handed it over, thus ending my Republican stint five days, 23 hours and 24 minutes after it began.
And I don’t even need to check the results to know it was all for nothing: Ron Paul didn’t win.