I voted.
There was no line here in Seattle. People stood around in a line-like formation, but that turned out to be a coincidence. I eventually realized it wasn't moving and there were booths open. I believe the statistics are that 60% of Seattle voters
who are clearly smarter than me vote absentee ballot (something I'm doing next election. Uh... mmm... of course that's what I said last election).
They moved my polling place to a different location (thank you,
heidi8, for the election info that turned into a "Oh, wait--" last night) which happened to be the performance hall at my old college. Much bigger than the usual church ... but then a trickle of signs led away from a hall to a room much smaller than the church. The poll workers weren't very busy -- they have time to contemplate -- but managed to look harried nonetheless.
It's the duty of a poll worker to look harried.
They were extremely helpful and earnest, grateful, even, for a problem to solve. I had a few a pen squiggles on my ballot and this was of great moment. A supervisor was called over. After a three person pow-wow we determined that the squiggles should not interfere with the ballot being read, but if they did, the reader would reject it and they'd give me a new ballot. The supervisor looked me firmly in the eye to make sure I understood that I might have to fill out two ballots. I nodded very seriously, like the point in a soap opera where we learn -- gasp! -- Alex has terminal cancer. I was very brave.
Filled out the ballot, distracted from my civic duty by fantasies of jettisoning the cell phone of the guy next to me.
We are voting. It's a sacred moment. Get off the damned phone. Also, your ring tone sucks. If I had a cellphone, you know what the ring would sound like? A
phone. Ringtones are as idiotic as those "creative" answering machine messages back in the 80s, you know, where some tone-deaf jerk would sing the lyrics to an Air Supply song and then tell you how to leave a message. Tortured everyone who called yet somehow the perpetrator always thought he was clever. We've merely revised the strategy to target innocent bystanders.
Where was I? Oh yeah. Voting.
I had a midterm this morning, and a midterm tomorrow, but I voted, and have the sticker to prove it. Now I'm going to go to
Babes in Toyland to pick up my free vibrator.
What?