My polling place was Women's Workout World. When the polls opened we were led inside, and I finally got to see what was on the other side of that frosted glass that I ride past daily. It wasn't a bunch of supermodels in leotards and Princess Reeboks, occasionally stopping to french kiss after a good set on the Thighmaster as I imagined. It was just a bunch of normal looking women from the 'hood, dressed in sweatpants and t-shirts, knocking out some time on the cardio equipment at sunrise. Fair enough.
While waiting in line we were treated to the WWW early morning workout mix tape, consisting of disco hits such as Fly, Robin, Fly and Ring My Bell and Last Dance.
Later in the day I realized that perhaps I shouldn't vote before being fully awake - I'm pretty sure I wrote in Donna Summer for president.
Well, you can tell by the way I use my vote,
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm,
I've been kicked around since I was born....