I have come to the conclusion that the campaign worker living with me is the dullest knife in the drawer. After reminding her to make sure the garage door was closed, she left the door open two times this week. At this point, there’s no use bringing it to her attention. Clearly, it’s too much for her to remember.
Friday’s mail brought a notice advising the campaign worker’s ballot had not been received. She’s working on the campaign but hasn’t turned in her ballot. WTF! There’s something strangely perverse about a person working to get the vote out, yet they haven’t voted. I wonder how this woman has lived to be twenty-six. Thankfully, she hasn’t reproduced so she hasn’t polluted the gene pool with her stupidity.