No Sticker, No Love

I was not one of those girls that collected the Lisa Frank sparkly sticker packs. I did not scrapbook and I have never been to Creative Memories. I now know that one small sticker, or lack there of, can ruin my day.

I will admit that I arrived at the voting polls on Tuesday a little late, around 5:15 p.m., but am I not entitled to my "I Voted" sticker? I waited all day for that sticky piece of paper and I was slightly wounded when informed that they had run out and I was turned away without one.

I walked back out into the cold and to my car, still steaming about my missing sticker. When I arrived at my 6 p.m. Women's Health class, I noticed that my teacher had one of the coveted stickers on the tip of her sneaker. It was almost as if she had tried to throw it away and it had stuck around as a painful reminder that I was stickerless and pissed off about it.

So Obama won. Woot...but where the hell is my sticker?!