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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;V. Kurt Bellman, post: 2540820, member: 71723&quot;]Regarding the gentleman&#039;s look and smell, we had a story about a farmer arriving to vote at a country fire hall on election. He was of Pennsylvania German stock, and had the distinctive accent:</p><p><br /></p><p>&quot;Farmer Elmer Stolzfus arrived to vote at the fire hall. &quot;I&#039;m heah ta wote&quot;, said Elmer. The Inspector leafed through the 15 pages of Stolzfuses in the pollbook, and found 6 Elmers. &quot;Why, I&#039;m da one wit&#039; da farm dahn in da hollah.&quot; The woman found the one with the best address match, and asked Elmer to sign the register. She seemed satisfied with the match of Elmer&#039;s shaky scrawl with the one in the pollbook. She also noticed Elmer&#039;s unique aroma, and blanched a little because of it. She handed Elmer his ticket to give the Machine Inspector to vote. &quot;Nah, let&#039;s chust see heah&quot;, Elmer muttered to himself inside the curtain. He punched the buttons hard enough to make the machine visibly rock. When he pushed the last button, the big green one that registered his vote, he emerged from the curtain and plodded back toward the door. The Judge of Election said to him, &quot;Thanks for coming to vote, Elmer, but I&#039;m afraid you tracked mud all over the room here.&quot; Elmer replied, &quot;No I dint! You chust VISH dat vas mut.&quot;[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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