Every year it's the same thing. Hurry to get in line to vote and then wait on the committed (and VERY slow) volunteers to look you up in the system. This year I was determined to get there before the rush and arrived at 6:45am. I parked in front of a man who obviously had the same idea. I jumped out of the car and he followed, as if he wasn't quite sure of what to do. I was amazed that there were no other people around. I walked up to the usual spot only to see it was closed. They moved the spot and only put letter sized directions to let people know. Way to make it difficult guys. I tried following the confusing directions and was herded back on track by a nice guy who obviously did the same thing. The grin on his face should have told me something was up. This year they had something special. A new system. A new system that elderly volunteers had to figure out. Kill me now.

I arrived at the door sans makeup and looked at the guy in front of me. Cute, kinda pushy... he reminded me of the actor who played the boyfriend in Wedding Crashers. He might have been too. Anyway, he was quite chatty and we rolled our eyes at the slow moving line and inability to find names of people who had lived at the same spot for years. The new fangled machine seemed to stump the three volunteers for a bit and I thought about coming back in the evening. I figured NINE hours was enough time for them to at least get the fucking thing working. Finally it started to make noises and the people went to their polls. I started going into a spot and the man yelled for me to wait. Apparently they're segregating pollers now. I had to wait for a DEMOCRATIC polling spot. Lovely. The cute, pushy dude pointed me in the right direction and I quickly voted. Afterwards I waited for the volunteer to tell me I passed the 'You Know How to Vote' test and get my fucking sticker. I walked out and met up with the cute pushy dude, who wanted to chat some more. We laughed about the voting process and how it never gets any better and I made my way towards the... stopping to show a few wayward souls where the new location was. At least I have my sticker....

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