Life's a Stitch

An Election Day story:

It's municipal election day in British Columbia. Takes me back to another election, a Provincial one, the same day as the demise of our sweet Gracee dog. C was too upset to to cast his ballot, but somehow Mr. Bry age 23 at the time,  and I, in need of deep distraction, made it to the polling station to do our civic duty.  Stop me if I've told you this before. As we were leaving he says:

"Did you see her?" 

"Who?"

"That girl, the one with the amazing eyes. The one at the other table checking in voters. She was looking at me, too." Mr Bry has a tendency to fall in love hard and fast.

"Well why don't you go and talk to her?"

"No, it would be inappropriate." Is this really my son demonstrating a  sense of social propriety?

Instead he elects, so to speak, to run an ad in the "I Saw You" section of Vancouver's Georgia Straight. You know that kind of ad, where hopefuls seek someone they've seen, out of a sense of regret for not initiating social interaction?

A little over a year later at a music festival of thousands, B is backstage following his act. He is approached by an accomplished performer, a person whom B has admired and whose inspiration has lead to his being here this very night.  He is accompanied by a young woman, his girlfriend, who says:

"Wait a minute, did you vote in the May election at polling station #89?" 

"It's you! I posted an I Saw You ad after election day."

"I've always wanted to be the subject of one of those ads." 

"Were you upset that she was attached to someone else?" says this concerned mother who hates to see her children suffering from broken hearts.

He was fine with it, a fan of synchronicity, finding it amazing that they even had the opportunity to reconnect. He was more upset about the election results. 

It'll be interesting to see what tonight's election results bring.