I decided to vote today, even though there was only one contested race, and the anti-war referendum didn't make it to Tosa. I went running after work, and since my voting place is on my running route, it was convenient, so I ran in and voted.

As I was feeding my ballot into the machine, the poll worker (an elderly lady) who watched me feed it in gave me a very stern look and said:

Poll Worker: Does your mother know you're out dressed like that?
Me: Pardon?
Poll Worker: Does your mother know you're out in shorts and a t-shirt?
Me: *laughing* Well I'm actually out running, which warms you up quite a bit.
Poll Worker: It's a good thing I'm not your mother. I don't think that's nearly warm enough for this weather young man.