Our voting polling place was at an apartment complex near our Kroger. In a basement. I parked at the Post Office and walked toward the complex, as I walked down the sidewalk, a lady asked me if I were voting, to which I said, yes. She told me to turn around, that this wasn’t where I was to go. So I kept walking and saw a someone with a button, signifying them as an official poll worker. He told me to follow the flags — or, to go where I was originally (before this lady told me that it was the wrong place). Ugh. I have no idea who she voted for, she had no idea who I would vote for.
There wasn’t much of a line. Small area (just 8 booths). It was very quiet. No one passing out brochures or holding signs. I had to sign in — which is customary — and I immediately offered my drivers license, as my signature has changed significantly. We still have the 30 year punch card method. Very archaic. We can create a brain array of rat neurons to fly an F-22, but we can’t get past a punch-card ballot. Go figure.
Why people, why?! The world isn’t over. The country isn’t going to end. Seriously. It will all be fine. There will be some significant changes, but we will still be America. Chill out!!