2 posts tagged “vote”
I've done my part.
Hopefully enough people will do theirs too.
The wife and I headed to the polls this morning. Our polling place is in a trailer park. It is pretty much exactly what you picture a trailer park to be.
We were there about 6:50am and there were about 10 others that had been there longer. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood and were talking to each other about everything except politics. The line continued to grow.
A little old man with plaid pants, striped shirt, and hat came out and kept us up to date on the time. He was going to be the "door regulator" and it was quite obvious he was taking his job seriously.
More and more cars started to roll in. Parking happened to be wherever you happened to find it. Being a trailer park, you were parking in what people consider to be their "yard". Pulling your car right next to their concrete gnomes, plastic flamingos, and satellite dishes on stakes.
One old woman was fiercely guarding her lot. She would chase anyone who tried to park there away. She's the type of old woman who would yell at you if your ball happened to go in her yard. She may even be the type who would take your ball and say that it was her's since it came into her yard. Definately the type that kids would either want to prank or would be afraid of (like a witch). I bet she gets out a hose and sprays cars that she suspects may pull into her lot. The lady in front of me said the old bag ran her off earlier. The old woman directed her to park 2 trailers down since the person there died 2 days ago and wouldn't care. The mean old lady is going to have a long day today.
The doors opened and most of us went in. I'm not sure how many of us made it in before the door regulator held the line, but we were in. There were several folding tables lined up with 8.5x11 signs that had letters on it. As usual, the A-D line, my line, had the most people in it. The old woman working the book (checking us in) wasn't very speedy, but I'm sure she will get better throughout the day. After I signed in, I had to fill in a bubble next to my name. The woman said that it was to make sure I knew how to fill in a bubble. She verified my bubble skills and said that I did a good job (I have been honing my bubble sheet skills for over 3 decades) and gave me a ballot, pencil, and sent me to another line.
I waited here for one of the ballot-filling-out tables to open up. These are odd contraptions that I don't quite understand. They looked like briefcases that had legs that came out of one side . The other side had panels that folded up to keep the person next to you from "cheating". Unfortunately, they aren't adjustable. They are made for the "average" person... which I am not. The "table" part was only about up to my waist. I would have preferred a sit down table with partitions just to be a bit more comfortable.
I bubbled in my picks and turned the ballot over to fill in my vote for the amendments. I bet a lot of people aren't aware that it was two sided.
I slipped my ballot into the bubble reader and was given a sticker.
The line had grown tremendously since we went in. The door regulator guy was still doing his job and making small talk with whomever was there. The mean old lady was still guarding her lot.
Now I can't wait to go home and watch TV without all of the obnoxious political ads. And I also can't wait to see what the results are.
