Thank you Mr....Hitler??

A few weeks ago I worked the polls. Dont remember that election? You know, the one where America fell in love with itself and when we elected the first African-American president that is subsequently splashed all over the news and shoved down our throats. Yes, that election. I dont mean to downplay the significance but it is turning out to be slightly annoying now.

Anyway, I have many memories of said election; some horrible, some hilarious. Needless to say, my favorite, slightly awkward moment was this:

When first arriving at the polling place, you give your name to me and I find it in a big book that lists if you registered to vote. Once I find your name and verify that you are indeed eligible, I'm required to say your name loud and clear for all to hear before passing you to the next station to get your ballot. I'm still not sure why we do this but apparently its the way its always been done. After a while, it gets pretty lame and awkward. Mr. Smith does not know why I insist on saying his name so loudly and then Mr. Stanislawukuwitzch gets annoyed that I dont pronounce his name right. Then comes Mr. *Walter Hitler. Obviously, Walter is not his real name but you get the idea. Our exchange went like this:

Me (without looking up): Hi, name please.

Mr. Hilter: Walter. Hitler. H-i-t-l-e-r.

Me: (head shooting up-I want to see this Mr. Hitler) Okay, Mr...Hitler. Here you are. Walter...Hitler. Please sign here MR. HITLER

Mr. Hitler: (obviously annoyed and probably dealt with this a million times) Thank you.

Me: No, thank you MR. HITLER for coming out and voting. America thanks you.

Mr. Hitler: ........

Me: You can go proceed to the next table Mr. Hitler and recieve your ballot. You are ready to vote.

Umm....can anyone say hilarious? You can only imagine my delight when his wife came in about 2 hours later.