"Uh, nobody said that..."
"Well, then we can't let you vote today, sorry miss."
Rifling through wallet "Library card? No. Letter from a curator? No. Fishing license? Hell no!"
"Do you live close?"
"Um, kinda, but ... don't ... have... time.. can you please... just..."
The pollsters mumble amongst themselves. "Okay, miss, whats your address?"
I read my address off the card I just handed her (duh!).
"Well miss, let's, er, just say that your provided us with proper I.D. Here's your ballot."
Ah, the convenience of corruption.... Canadian politics, whatta joke.