Yesterday I went out the supermarket to get provisions. Outside was a table with a sign that said “Stop High Rates!” It was drive to get signatures for a proposed ballot measure. One of the women yelled at me, “I bet your energy bill is high!” I responded with, “Actually since we got our new air conditioner it has been the lowest in years.” She looked shocked but then quickly shifted gears to get me to sign. I asked for the measure so I could read it. As soon as my eyes lock onto the paper the woman starts barking at me. I politely told her that I wanted to read the measure. Again she starts yelling information and then rips the measure out of my hands to flip it over so I can read the measures “Bill of Rights” so to speak. I state again that I want to read the measure. I then get a look of indignation and asked , “Don’t you want lower energy bills?” I told her, “I want to read the measure to make sure that is what it is going to do.” Again she flips over the bill and points at nonsense. I yell “No!” and walk away with Sean in tow. If I had been able to read the measure and I might have signed it. As I walk into the store I hear the woman muttering to her cohort about how stupid I was. Immediately my Mother’s voice popped into my head, “That’s the great thing about a free country you can sign whatever you want!”
The last time I worked with a petitioner was at CSUF and they didn’t want me reading the measures either. Before that I stopped by at one of these tables to re-register since I had moved.
“Are you a U.S. Citizen?”
“What state were you born in?”
“I wasn’t born in the United States.”
*petitioner looks confused* “Are you a U.S. Citizen?”
*petitioner looks at the paper* “What state were you born in?”
*me laughing inside* “I wasn’t born in the United States.”
This went on until I told her I was naturalized.