After Chief Inspector Barb and Poll Worker Andy arrived at the town hall but before we opened the polls, we bet on how many people we thought would come to the polls that day. When no one had yet arrived to vote after two hours we were all rethinking our bets. People began to trickle in finally during the day and we ended up w/ 50 people in the 15 hours we were open. That left us a lot of time to do other things. Barb's granddaughter had given her a book to help her write a story about her life. The book had pages w/ specific questions to pique the writer's memories. Barb said she worked on it daily though some of the questions didn't really apply to her life. In those cases she wrote about something else. Turns out the town hall ambiance wasn't conducive to get Barb's creative juices flowing and she started to put away her writing. That's when Andy and I said we would help her out by writing a chapter for her. Andy would write one paragraph, I'd write the next, and so on. Barb and her husband had owned a laundromat in the village years ago so we started there. But after a few sentences we kinda went astray spinning a tale of what went on behind the dryers. It became ever more outrageous and scandalous finally ending with this is where the extra money came from each time Barb and her husband bought their boats. We submitted the story to Barb who, surprising, thought it was wonderful. She changed the last line about 'boats' to 'all terrain vehicles' because she said the kids would remember all of those more than the boats. Barb chuckled at what her granddaughter would say when Barb sent it to her as an example of what she was putting in the book. Meanwhile Andy and I thought we wrote pretty well together and are considering starting up a side business of professionally written obituaries. We could advertise: "People will wish they had known you!" or "Fabulous Fantasy Obits" or "Everyone will enjoy reading your obituary." Well ... those maybe need a bit more refinement.
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