I never like coming to this shop, it’s close but the owner is a jerk.
He tosses my smokes on the counter before I have a chance to ask for them.
‘Paying to kill yourself,’ he sneers.
I blush, hand over a twenty.
‘Have you voted yet?’ he asks.
I wasn’t expecting that. ‘No… not yet,’ I stutter.
What’s it to you? Just give me my change and let me out of here.
‘There’s still plenty of time.’
He makes a show of checking his wristwatch. ‘Less than an hour before polling stations close. You should go there now.’
I shrug. ‘Sure.’
He shakes his head. ‘No you won’t. I don’t understand people like you. It’s one of the most important elections in this country’s history and you don’t care. How can you not have an opinion? I don’t care what that opinion is but you have to have an opinion.’
I grab my change. ‘Don’t judge me man, I’ll vote. I always vote.’
When I get to the exit I hesitate. I know I should head in the direction of my polling station but I haven’t got a clue where it might be.
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