A senior couple, Harriet and William, sat at their kitchen table just finishing breakfast. Harriet scraped her chair back from the table and got up while putting her hands on the table for support. 

She cleared the dishes off the table and put them in the

sink.  She then returned to her chair.  She and William looked at each other. 

“Well,” said William, “Don’t you think we need to get on over to the polling station and vote?”

“Yep,” said Harriet, “We certainly should. Can’t forget all those people that got hurt, imprisoned or killed fighting for us folks to have the right to vote. Not voting would be like not appreciating all they did. Let’s go.  The line may not be so long yet.”

Harriet and William got up from the table and went to their hall closet.  They put on their coats and hats.  It was a cold day. They checked their coat pockets for their gloves.

“Where’s those papers telling us who to vote for and who not to vote for,” William asked?

“Right there on the table by the door, just where i said I would put them,” Harriet answered.

“Oh, yeah,” William said as he walked over and picked up the papers, “Who you gonna vote for as president?”

“I’m not telling you,” Harriet quipped.

“What,” Harry asked as though he did not hear her?

“You heard me,” Harriet continued, “I didn’t ask you who you were going to vote for. And even if I told you, I would vote for whomever I wanted when I got in that booth. You wouldn’t know.”

William responded with: “Well, I hope you have sense enough to vote for someone that has our country’s well-being in mind.”

Harriet went up to William and spoke so close to his face that he moved his head back a bit.

“My love,” Harriet said,  “I married you.  Does that mean I had sense or not?”

William let his head move forward and gave Harriet a small peck on her cheek.

“Humph,” William said, “I guess that says it all.”

Off they went to vote, William walking with a cane and Harriet’s arm tucked under and

holding on to William’s arm.