An Open Letter To The Karen Who Threatened To Sue My Absentee Poll Team

Lady. What did you even set out to gain from these shenanigans?

Note: all names have been changed, but the team members mentioned herein are real, and are all awesome.

Dearest Karen,

You were the lady with the tweed magenta coat and too much hairspray who came into the public library on Calhoun Street last week for absentee voting. And in the 30 minutes it took you to wait in line, cast your ballot, and leave, you found a reason to complain to every single person you came into contact with.

When you couldn’t actually find a reason, you made one up.

You started with Mindy — a newer recruit who had only been with a couple of days at the point. Our team was mostly OGs who had reported in for the first day of training over a month ago. But one member had reached out for help (not like managing the polls is rocket science), and Mindy hopped on at once. Her skills were limited, but her work was valuable. All she had to do was greet voters at the door, making sure they were in the right county, reminding them to have their photo Ids out, and most importantly to be warm and friendly to folks who had waited patiently in a line in the time of COVID.