Democratic Process

Got home, got changed, rode my bike up [no guess who I voted for, eh?]

It was about 55°, cloudy, light rain ... I did what Supertramp recommended; I took the long way home, through the woods.

"You were gone an hour. Long line?" D'Wife asked.
"Bike," I replied, pointing to my mud splattered pants and shoes.
"Dork!!!" she huffed and motioned towards the kitchen as my cue to start dinner.