After a long summer filled with petition hounds at every major place you can buy groceries in town, I am tired of filling out paperwork. I am tired of being hassled by people whose petitions I don't want to sign, either because I'm
busy* or because I don't want to see the damned thing on the ballot. Rude people who chase after me after I say "no" several times and then are shocked when I refuse to have anything further to do with them, no matter how shiny their cause du jour, because I recognize them.
The petitioners are probably tired of me, too.
Tired-looking black guy at Sam's: M'am? Are you a registered Colorado voter?
Me: Yep.
Guy: At your current address?
Me: Yep.
Guy: Really.
Me: Yep.
Guy: So...you're all ready to go.
Me: Yep.
Guy: [Smiles] Okay.
One woman had a stack of FOURTEEN petitions. I skipped her the first day and caught her the next.
