When we registered to vote, we had to get up to the third floor where the corridors were narrow enough to be designed by a submarine engineer. The first floor office is off of the main lobby.
Upon entering the cramped Register of Deeds office, I noticed the lady at the desk had an "Elect Teresa Bowman, Register of Deeds" t-shirt on. Upon looking around, I saw that all but one of the ladies in the office had the same t-shirt.
The first thought was that this was certainly probably illegal, but I soon returned to the business of the day, asking the lady in the t-shirt if she would be so kind as to look up everything they had on Hickory Lake Homes. It being the one without any hickory trees and about 20 minutes from any lake.
Upon moving here and spending over 30 hours on the phone with CenturyLink to get the Internet straightened out, I learned to keep calling back until I got a southern American woman's voice. They are compelled to flow with their nature and help people.
In a southern voice so kind that she could have named any price, she told me that the copies would be 25 cents each.
'Okay. So, Teresa, she's the one, huh?"
"Yes she is. That's me, and I would appreciate your vote."
I felt a bit embarrassed about not seeing the t-shirt resemblance, but she did look a few years older (and a little heavier) in person.
At this time a male suit walked in asking in a no-nonsense voice about audit papers. Teresa told us to please excuse her. She was the only one there that could help this guy, and told us Peggy would help us - she knows just what to do.
Peggy, younger, with a properly supportive t-shirt got to our recordings and printed them out.
"How much is all that," I asked. Looked like about 75 pages.
"Oh, that's all right, Sweetie. Just vote for us in the April primary."
I kept my voice down, turned my head a bit and squinted, "It's my first time, you know. Having my vote bought."
Looking at me askance, she said, "Ya'll ain't from around here, are ya'll?"
Giving me that southern eye-bat wink that always shakes up my balance, she said, "It may take a little getting used to, but you'uns will learn to love this mountaineer heritage we have around here. Scotch-Irish, you know.
"I can tell about people ... Ya'll gonna be one of us soon."
Picking up our papers, we walked out unable to stop laughing about how we could not wait to come back to the Washington County Courthouse and tried to think of some reason for doing that.