Fun at the Voting Booth

As everyone knows, yesterday was the day to vote.  (Unless, of course, you are one of those uber organized people that sent it your ballot ahead of time) From listening to the news, I was prepared to wait in huge lines.  I really had to think about when I would have the biggest chunk of time available in order to do this.  I decided that first thing in the morning would be best. 

So I dropped Mimi off at her bus stop and headed to my assigned voting place.  Which interesting happens to be different than Shaun’s…despite the fact that we share a residence, last name and party.   Go figure. 

My voting place is at an elementary school.  I knew I was in trouble when the road leading to it was basically a very slow moving parking lot.  I had no choice but to wait in line and hope I was able to vote before I had to abandon my spot in order to get to work in time.  Luckily for me, all those cars and busses were waiting to get into the junior high next  door to the elementary school.  Whew!vote wellington

To my amazement, there were only a couple of voters there before me.  I waited in line behind one man who turned out to not be in line, but waiting with his camera to capture his daughter voting for the first time ever.  I knew it was going to be an emotional day when that sight made me tear up. 

I was given the choice of  an electronic or paper ballot.  Being the hands-on type of girl I am, I went with paper and pen.  (yeah yeah)  I carefully marked my choices and went to slip my ballot in the slot.  It came right back out.  I shoved it right back in and it was promptly spit back out.  The very young referee volunteer came over to see if she could help.  She discovered that I had “over-voted”…not that either of us knew what that meant.  With the help of a veteran poll worker we figured out that I had started to mark one, but had changed my mind when I realized it wasn’t the one I thought I was marking.   After a whispered conference, I was told to get another ballot.

Of course, I had to cause more confusion by asking if I could hold on to the original ballot  so that I could just transfer over my votes without having to read all the questions again.   They grudgingly agreed after I assured them that I understood they had to account for every single ballot and would be sure to return both  of them.  They were on to me  now and I could feel their eyes watching me, the potential security risk. 

I couldn’t help but notice that the three burly-ish ballot workers let out a sigh of relief as I returned my ballot to one place and returned to the dreaded ballot slot.  The young worker cheerfully handed me my “I voted” sticker and waved good-bye.

Perhaps just a little bit too enthusiastically…

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12 Responses to Fun at the Voting Booth

  1. Jay says:

    At least you didn’t then give the poll workers your new ballot and try to slide the old one with the over-vote through the slot again. πŸ˜‰

  2. Adventures in voting. I’m glad it wasn’t worse.

    But what is up with you two having separate polling places? Do you have different last names?

  3. Amanda D says:

    I was telling my mom that since we vote by mail we don’t get our sticker, and that I was disappointed about that. It made me think that I am like my 3 year old that wants a sticker for taking his plate to the sink after dinner. I want my sticker for voting! I guess, I’m a three year old at heart. πŸ™‚

  4. Patsy says:

    Wow, I am sure glad I wasn’t with you when you went to vote… So many times I have said to my self and outloud to you… I can’t take you any where! (trouble a walkin)

  5. lynne says:

    I don’t trust paper ballots. How do you know your ballot isn’t counted because you didn’t color it in correctly? πŸ™‚
    I much preferred our button voting this time. touch the screen. easy as pie.

    And in case you didn’t see my post back to you, I am out from under the covers and not moving anytime soon.

  6. Kathy says:

    Yea! You voted and weathered difficulty! We vote in a retirement community. The lines were long — took me 1 hour and 15 minutes, but it took only a few minutes to vote. We have ‘touch screen’ computers. I actually had chills when I pressed, “Cast your ballot”. What a thrill.

  7. Linda says:

    I love to vote! I’m not always thrilled with the outcomes, but I have faith, so I won’t let any disappointments get to me. Anyhow, I haven’t missed a single election … local, state or national … since I first registered at age 18. I consider it an honor and a duty.

    And I love getting a sticker!

  8. It’s not always easy, but it’s always worth it.

  9. Lala says:

    I’m pretty sure the saying is “rock the vote” not “rock the boat” but hey – even more so than ever – its a free country, right?

  10. Pamela says:

    voted by mail. Great to sit in my easy chair and read the voters pamphlet and mark in leisure.

    Also, I hate those stickers. One year I left that sticker on one of my favorite blouses. Forgot to remove it – laundered. And the adhesive ruined it.

  11. Ann says:

    I enjoy the heck outta mailing mine in, but hubby goes to the polls. He has the same experience….he was in and out!! He was thrilled!

  12. Lisa's Chaos says:

    There’s your dinosaur again, going with the paper ballot. πŸ™‚ Wisconsin must all be dinosaurs as we were given a paper ballot, then again we voted 2 weeks early. πŸ™‚