Who Are You Voting For

Surely we are all voting for Piggly Wiggly Squiggly she said. She was dressed delightful, but obviously touched in the head. Yes, we are all voting for the same person, I agreed at once. I always like to agree right away with an overdressed dunce. And who are you voting for? She prodded, her fat neck protruding. I vote by secret ballot, I told her. So my ideas will not be annoying or intruding. She did not get this and proceeded to tell me about Piggly Wiggly Squiggly. The woman across from me caught my eye, and we both became giggly. Whatever is so funny? The woman with too much make up asked. At that second she was annoying me even more, for she was unmasked. Let’s all put on our masks, I suggested boldly, loud and clear. She let out a shriek and ran off, for it would take away her rights in here. Did I do something wrong? I asked the woman across the way. Her eyes were dancing. She looked like a friend who could play. I think you annoyed her because you would not tell her your vote. Hopefully the next time we meet, it will be virtually, and remote.