(Or at least life can resume until Election Day ;))
I was running late yesterday morning, so I did not get to go in to vote before work like I wanted. I was able to get off a few minutes early in order to go after work though. Getting in and out of the civic center parking lot was insane. You’d think the city would’ve had police directing traffic. *shrug* The place was packed! The power kept going on and off in the complex, so that made matters worse.
As I’m walking across the parking lot, several groups of various campaign supporters were spread about, trying to give me business cards, example ballots, fans, stickers, etc. — anything to get me to vote for their candidate. Most were nice, but a couple were down right pushy. “Here, take an example ballot so you know which way to vote!” At this point I couldn’t help but laugh.
“No thanks, I’ve done this before.”
The wait wasn’t too bad though once I finally got in there. I stood in line for about 20 minutes and after getting up to the table, I gave the lady my license and signed my name on their register sheet. She then asked me if I was voting Democrat or Republican. I asked “What does it matter?” She says “We have to record which way you vote for the county.”
:shock: Excuse me?
I told her that it was not the county’s business which way I voted. She told me that I had to tell her, or I couldn’t cast my votes.
Yeah, I know, I know, they had ballots for each party. If you vote Republican, you get the GOP ballot. If you vote Democrat, you get the Dem ballot. Hell, my party didn’t even HAVE a ballot!
Anyways, I told her which one I wanted and got my ballot. Most of the candidates I was already familiar with, so voting took no time at all. I cast my votes and fed my ballot sheet into the Scan-Tron looking device.
Look, I got a sticker. :)
As I was leaving the complex, a few campaigners were polite and wished me a pleasant evening. Funny enough, most of the polite ones were campaigning for candidates for which I voted. However, one of the “pushy” ones (Roy Moore’s in fact) kept trying to get me to take some of her literature. I declined and tried to walk past. She insisted “Here Ma’am, don’t you want a fan?”
A group of campaigners off to the side were watching and laughed at this. She was pissed because I didn’t take her fan.
Where are the Libertarian Party ballots?!?!
Yeah, that’s exactly what I wanted to know. :/