Tuesday, November 4, 2008
That's me up there. Nice, right?
Today, I offer a quick recap of the New Hampshire voting experience.
I walked into the Rec Center at 9:11 a.m.
A woman asked if I was registered to vote in Ward 2, because in New Hampshire, you can register the day of the election, and she was prepared to help me with that if necessary. But I was already registered. "Good girl," she said, and I was both amused and weirdly proud that this stranger was proud of me.
I stood in line behind two people, because a lot of people have names that end with R-Z. There were no lines at any other letters.
The woman behind the table asked if I was who I say I am, and asked if the address they had was correct. She did not ask for any I.D., which is good because my temporary driver's license looks like I made it on a mimeo machine.
She handed me a ballot.
I took it into a little booth and voted, using a Scan-tron sheet and a felt-tip pen.
When I read back over my votes, just checking, I looked at my vote for president, and my eyes misted a little. This is unsurprising, since I cry a lot and am easily moved. I did not have a similar reaction to checking my vote for sheriff.
I attempted to feed my ballot into the scanning machine, and it was rejected. Then the cheery little man staffing the machine attempted to do it, and it was rejected. Several times. I was getting nervous, but about the tenth time he tried it, it worked. We chuckled together, and he gave me a sticker.
"Take two," he said, and then froze. I do not know why those stickers are sacred, but that man and I both know that they are, and that it would be very bad for me to actually take two of them. "You didn't vote twice," he reassured me, and I laughed.
I left the Rec Center at 9:16 a.m., but only because I did not stop at the ginormous bake sale on my way out.
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